Note: the final scene at the airport in the movie
did not happen. No showdown, no Max/Clay tangling, no airplane, nothing
like it. They're still hunting for Max.
Warning: some bondage, some kinky stuff, some drugs during sex to
enhance it. Some biting. A bit of knife play & one with
fisting. Mpreg too.
A New Master Plans
The priest knelt to do his nightly prayers. He knew all too well
how quickly things could turn bad. Earlier he had to come out of
hiding to help a group of young teens who shouldn't have to save the
world. It wasn't his first time but he was an adult. They
were barely adults and had their whole lives ahead of them. None
of them had even picked a job to be miserable in yet. He said his
nightly prayer that the demons would calm down and added that he hoped
the slayer's team got some help and some sense given to them. The
slayer had nearly made him break and paddle her for her attitude.
And her boyfriend was worse. He finished up and blew out the
lantern beside his bed, climbed in to stare at his ceiling and consider
why he was here. God had sent through his transfer by making him
fill it out when he was drunk. Clearly He had His reasons.
Xander woke up in a brightly lit room. He glanced around, his eyes
half closed. No one. He got up and took a better look
around. Bathroom through an open door. He was on a regular
bed. So clearly not a hospital, no matter how strong the hospital
smell was. He slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom.
His lower half was screaming at him. He checked. No
blood. He found an ivory looking prosthetic in his ass.
Which was not usually his style. Or a hospital's. He was
getting flashes of what happened but he had to ignore it because having a
screaming hissy fit didn't really work for him at the moment. He
cleaned himself up with a warm washcloth and went to scrounge
He was not staying in this charming unbleached cotton shift he was
wearing. Mostly because he didn't want anyone to see him in the
sacrificial gown. He'd never live that down. He found some
pants and a shirt, not his but his wallet and house keys were under
it. So were his work boots. He slid into them and checked
the rest of the room for anything useful. No weapons. Not
even a spork. He broke a chair and had a set of stakes. That
would help. He checked the door carefully and it opened. He
checked the hall then walked toward the bigger set of lights.
That was probably toward the exit or someone he could torture to find
out what had happened.
"M'Panni!" someone shouted.
Xander turned and staked them, noting the knives. He took them and
moved on. Others had probably heard so it wasn't safe to stay
there. A few more shouted at him and got in his way. One had
a sword. Which pleased Xander to no end. He knew how to use
a short sword. He checked a doorway and walked through it, barely
noticing that it looked completely different. The last one had
been stone, this one was wood paneled. He kept going, taking out
anything that got in his path. He knew very well if there were
humans they were in league with the demons who had kidnaped him.
The demons wouldn't make him flinch but the humans might later.
He went through another few doorways that led to different looking
hallways. Then he ran into a sneering guy in a suit. "What
have we here?" he demanded, looking him over. "You look disgusting
and who uses a sword in this day and age?" Xander beheaded him
with a growl. "Huh," his head said. "I guess it's a good
thing I did the immortality ritual after all, no matter how gross it
That was enough to make Xander pause in his quest to get free. How
often did you see a talking head? "Did it include eating
poisonous spiders?" he quipped.
"No, I saw that one. A lot of work and you couldn't really enjoy the spoils of it as a huge worm."
"Yeah, we blew the last one up." He picked up the head by the hair. "Which way out of here?"
"Why should I help you?" he asked with a smirk. Xander shook
it. "Hey! The hair still has feeling!" he shouted.
Xander stared at him. "Use the blue door!" he said.
Xander looked. He checked the few sliding vinyl type doors.
The blue one was his last choice. You probably couldn't trust a
bad guy who was now a talking head.
"The blue one," he huffed.
Xander glared at him. "Would you trust you in this situation?"
"Well, no. My minions can help you and me."
Xander looked at him. "I can kill them too." He finally
opened that one and walked into an office area. He looked around
then at the head. "Magical doors? Really? How cheesy."
"They're very handy." Someone came stomping in. "Wade, this grotesque looking young man beheaded me."
"I'm going to punt you," Xander said. He looked at the tall, buff,
armed guy. "I'm just trying to escape the people that had
me. He got in the way. Is there a doorway somewhere nearby
so I don't have to stab you too? Because you're kind of big and
look better trained than the demons or this guy."
Wade's mind was starting to churn to a stop. "Why do you have a sword?"
"They come in very handy if you know how to use one."
"Uh-huh. No guns?"
"None of the demons had them," Xander quipped. "Doorway to finish my brilliant escape plan?"
"Demons?" he snorted. Xander held up the complaining head.
He was still whining about his hair being pulled. "How did you do
"Some of us do know about the existence of magic," Max quipped. "I
kept it from the more...literal minded of you, Wade. Can you put
me down, young man?"
"Shut the fuck up," Xander ordered. "The talking head has no
choice beyond being punted or being carried by his hair at the
moment." The talking head shut up. He looked at the big guy
again. "Doorway?" he asked politely, for him.
"How about we let you clean up while I figure some shit out?" he countered.
"I'd hate to have to kill you all to get free."
"Won't happen, kid, and you're not a hostage. I need a better report so I can report to his other lieutenants."
"Let him borrow a guest room," Max agreed.
"He can borrow yours since you don't need it," Wade said, glaring at
him. "We'll be talking." Max swallowed. The drool he
had dripped out of his open throat hole. "That's disgusting.
Where's the rest of him?"
"By the doorway." Xander pointed behind him. He looked
it had shut. He could still see the outline so he opened it and
Wade looked then nodded. "Nice beheading, kid."
They both heard people screaming 'M'Panni' and Xander groaned.
They backed away from the door. Wade couldn't get it fully shut
before some rude demon pushed his way through. "M'Panni, you must
come back so we can protect you. We have to protect you in your
"First, oh hell no I'm not going back there," Xander said firmly,
glaring at him. "Secondly, I know what that means and I'll kill
myself first." The demon's eyes bulged and he backed up
bowing. "I want the rest of my shit. Now."
"You are ours now, M'Panni!" He fled yelling that the M'Panni was pissed off.
Xander carefully put the head down on the desk. "Can I borrow
this?" he asked, grabbing Wade's gun from his shoulder holster.
"I'll bring it right back. Not lead, right?" he asked as he walked
back through the doorway. He found the meeting room by following
the wailing. "You guys fucked up anyway! Some of us are
"The slayer said you are not one," one of the demons said happily.
"That you were not useful as a hunter so therefore you're a blood
"I haven't been a blood innocent since I was six and had to kill the
neighbor's dog in an act of mercy," Xander said in their native
language. "One of the older kids had tortured it." They
backed up looking scared. "Beyond that, I don't fit the other
requirements since I'm not a virgin."
"You are!" one shouted.
"I've had three men and four women, how do you fit that into the
definition of 'virgin'?" Xander asked sarcastically. The demons
started to look really scared. "I want information and I want it
now." One rushed him so he shot it. And most of the
rest. He left the one wearing priest's robes. "Now," he
said, walking closer. "I want some answers."
"You are out of bullets. I know how those machines work, M'Panni."
"Doesn't mean a dry fire won't cause a bit of damage," Xander quipped,
grabbing him and sticking the gun against his ear. "Now, let's
talk. I know I don't fit. What exactly does that mean?"
"That the baby will be evil, that he'll try to take things over.
Unless the parent is very firm." He put a hand on his stomach and
swallowed. "We're doomed!" he moaned. "She'll be evil
"And if I end it?" Xander asked.
"She has latched onto your lifeline. If you die, she will live as
you feed her like a cocoon. If you try to kill her it will kill
"If I carry her?"
"Everyone is doomed!" he said.
Xander sneered. "I'll be sure to tell the slayer that." He
let him go after dry firing in his ear. The demon screamed and
held it. "If you come near me again I'm going to kill you all," he
said in English. Normal bullets wouldn't kill the demons.
Just injure them a lot. "I want all the information on this and
all the other gifts that the clan has in my hand by tomorrow," he told
the crying priest, getting a nod. "Never come near us
again." He turned and found Wade staring in awe. "Can you
find the way back? I got turned around," he said quietly, handing
back the gun. "Sorry, I didn't mean to borrow for so long."
"That's not a problem. It was a good thing." He smirked and
walked the kid back to the office. Xander got the door closed and
slumped down against it. "C'mon, you can use the boss's bedroom
and bathroom to clean and get a nap." The kid looked at him.
"You're clearly in no shape to go on right now. Break your path
here." Xander nodded, getting up and letting himself be led that
way. Wade gathered Max's head to bring with him. He opened
"Bathroom. Then take a nap." Xander gave him a grateful
smile as he stripped off to do that. Wade waited until the kid was
under the shower to find his wallet and ID. He memorized the
information, going back to the office. The housekeeper would take
care of the bloody clothes for the boy. He called Max's personal
assistant. "I want everything you have on one Alexander Lavelle
Harris, Sunnydale, California within forty-five minutes." He hung
up and called the other lieutenants. "Tomorrow, 2pm, Rusco's," he
ordered. "We have to have an administrative talk about Max being
"I can't," one said. "I can't fly out for maybe three days.
Max's last mission has me in the backwoods of Tibet avoiding the Chinese
army to get a book."
"Fine. Have your phone handy for a video conference." He
hung up and found the stash of pain killers to take one for his new
headache. The kid had promise. He was a bit cold but not as
psycho as Max was, or hadn't seemed to be. Twenty minutes after he
had requested it the door to the office opened and Max's assistant
walked in. "That was fast."
"Max was looking him over to see if he could be turned." She put
folders down. "Hacked from Wolfram and Hart. The one we've
compiled. The one from the demon underground."
"You knew," Wade said coolly.
She moved her necklace and suddenly she looked a bit light greenish and
had very large, alien looking eyes. She put it back into
place. "Max has known about us since he was younger. One of
them tried to get him to sign on but he beat them."
"This kid knows about them how?"
"He helps a hunter of them. He's not trained. He's a bit
odd. He's dating a former vengeance demon. The same one that
cursed Henry a few years back." Wade shuddered. He had put
him out of his misery when the guy had suddenly started to bubble up
like he was being melted by acid. "He's a very interesting young
"What does M'Panni mean? The blue things all called him that."
She blushed. "Mother of the heir. He was?" Wade
nodded. "Oh, dear. The one they picked for that was supposed
to be a virginal, blood innocent who knew nothing about pain and
suffering. That is the opposite of that young one." She
walked off. "He can't do anything about it either."
"Wonderful," Wade muttered. He'd leave that bit of strangeness in
the back of his mind for now. He looked over the different
files. Some were clearly crap. Some were by the things he
preyed on. They'd have a unique view of his skills because they
needed it to get around him. It was enlightening. The kid
was sounding like a younger version of him when he was still *nice* and
innocent. Then again, the kid had a kill count like Wade had his
first and second year in the Canadian military. He leaned back,
considering things. The kid could handle the work and they needed
someone to cover for the less than legitimate things going on.
He'd have to see how the meeting with the other lieutenants went
Wade gathered the head. The kid had woken up, gotten fussed at by
the housekeeper, and she had fed him into another nap. He clearly
needed it. The demon blood had hidden some prior injuries.
He put the head in a box, no matter how much it complained. "Not
like I can carry you to the meeting I called in the open," he said
sarcastically. He put the top on it. "Shut up before I put
you in the prison." Max huffed but stopped complaining. It
made good sense not to let everyone know they could do the same thing he
had. Wade walked up the street to the restaurant he had
chosen. He smiled at the hostess. "Marilyn, nice hair."
"Thank you, Wade. All but two of you are here. One I tossed back outside for being obnoxious on his phone."
"Let him back in. Back room?"
"As always." He tipped her and walked back there. She got
the other of the lieutenants in. The one who had the best video
conferencing device called the one in Tibet. Wade put the box in
the center of the table. "We have a problem."
"I figured it had to be bad," another of them said. Wade pulled
the head out of the box. "That's definitely not the problem I
expected when you said injured."
"Apparently the boss had been dabbling in immortality rituals and got
beheaded by a young guy that we ended up saving from a bunch of demons,"
Wade said, sitting down.
"If it was anyone but you I'd find a way to have them committed," the
one in Tibet said. "But I know you're not taken to flights of
fancy, Wade." He looked at the head. "Is he dead?"
Max glared at him. "No, I'm not dead. That's why I did the
ritual when I was twenty-nine. I'll be twenty-nine forever."
He tried to look around. "Wade, where is my body?"
"Still in that corridor. I'm not sure what we can do with it, boss. Can we reattach the head?"
"Probably not," Max admitted. "I need a cybernetic body."
"No one's working on that now," one of the others said. "You had that research pulled last year, Max."
"Damn," Max muttered. "Then we need to get me a better platform and teach that new guard not to pull my hair."
Wade snorted. "He's not guard material. He's too pure.
He'd make a good figurehead though." The others stared at him so
he handed over the demon underground profile. It was the most
correct and thorough of all of them. They all nodded they liked
that idea. "Have him be the guy who killed Max to take over?"
"You're still my minions," Max complained.
"Watch me punt you," one of the other lieutenants said bitterly.
"You've just screwed years of plans you had us put into place."
"The boy came in from killing a whole bunch of demons with a sword,"
Wade said when they all looked at him. He was smiling. "When
one showed up to complain at him about it, he went to correct their
wrong thinking about how innocent he was with my gun, which he politely
asked to borrow." They all grinned. That sounded
promising. "He dry fired on the last one. The bullets didn't
kill them but they sure made a mess and he got info from the last one
before he fired in his ear." That got a brighter set of
smiles. "I have him resting right now in Max's bedroom.
Kid's only twenty."
"Business sense?" one asked.
"Probably not from a set of classes. I don't know what type of
thinking he uses. I'm searching down the rumors of him knowing
weapons though." That got a mass nod. "So, let's make some
"You're still my minions," Max reminded them. "I can have you all killed."
"Unless you're going to gnaw us to death, no you can't," the one in
Tibet complained. "You're not exactly as scary as a head, boss."
Wade nodded. "The kid threatened to punt him and to find a cactus to sit him on."
"That would hurt. My throat is still very tender," Max complained.
"Hey, no more problem with your hand, boss," the one in Tibet said.
Max glared at the phone. "Not. Funny."
The guy grinned. "Could be worse. You could have less neck."
"We can use him to display the jewelry he had us steal for him," the one
in Tibet quipped. Max glared harder. "By the way, that
book? Is it more mystical stuff?" Max tried to nod.
"Figures. Still want me to bring it back, Wade?"
"The kid knows about that stuff but no one says that he uses it."
He considered it. "Might as well since you're over there."
"Sure. I'll be flying back late tomorrow and get there mid-day the next day."
"Fine." He looked at the others. Who all shrugged. "Figurehead or head?"
"Figurehead," was the consensus. They used to be scared and proud
of working for Max. Now.... not as much. Max was getting
huffy so one of them stuck a breadstick in his mouth. They got to
see first-hand how swallowing worked now. It made a gross mess on
the table. One of the lieutenants dropped his head back into the
box and put the lid on it.
"He'll make a great advisor," another agreed. Wade nodded that
made sense to him. "You'll talk to the boy?" Wade nodded
again, grinning some. "Make sure he's mostly sane?"
"I can do that. You guys coming back to see him first-hand?"
They all nodded and put down money to pay for the damage to the table
and the breadsticks. The clean-up boy was grossed out by the vomit
looking stuff but it was his job and he took the extra tip too.
Wade walked them back to the hidey-hole they had and let them find
places to squat and make their own methods of approaching the kid.
He walked up to the bedroom and knocked before walking in, finding
Xander getting dressed. "You can borrow stuff."
"No thanks. I'm not really the suit type and he's a bit more fey
than I am," he said dryly, smiling at him. "How is the head?"
"Pissed off but in a box."
"I almost suggested putting him in a torture dungeon as a blow job torment," Xander said.
Wade grinned. "I could come to like you, kid." He crossed his arms over his chest. "This demon shit?"
Xander considered it for a minute then wrote down two names. "Look
these up. I'm sure you've done a background check on me
already." Wade nodded, taking the paper. "The first is a
past event. He's dead. The other we were ending."
"I can do that. Want to come to the office?"
"I'm not really an office sort. Got a whet stone? These knives are weak."
"In the office." He took the kid that way, letting him have it and
the oil while he searched those names out. What he found did not
amuse him. "I saw the film of your graduation," he said when he
realized who that was. Xander smirked at him. He kept going,
shaking his head. "What a dick."
"Yup. He kept trying to lay blame in other directions and doesn't
quite manage it in a realistic manner. How many people can really
die by gangs on PCP?"
Wade looked up the kid's town and snorted. "That is the worst set
of cover-up lies ever," he agreed. He looked up the other one and
frowned. "They're still going?"
Xander walked over and leaned down, pointing at a name. "She died
recently by her creature. This one is a team leader. Buffy's
dating him," he said quietly. "We're not sure if the old Mayor
knew about them. His people are still running the town."
Wade nodded. Xander pulled up something else and Wade nearly had a
happy moment from the torture. "They're doing that to harmless
species. We were working on stopping them. I can only
imagine what the group's going through without me there."
"They think you were killed," Wade said, pulling up the obituary. It was short.
Xander read it and glared. "Really? How long was I gone before they did that?"
Xander called someone. "Don't say my name out loud," he said when
the guy answered. "What the fuck, Spike?" He listened.
"I don't care, you know that. You can't have my weapons.
No, not turned. They thought I'd make a *wonderful* M'Panni," he
said bitterly. "What happened?" He listened to what Spike
wasn't saying. "So who told them I was dead?" He rubbed his
forehead. "So I disappear and Willow just decides that I have to
be dead, not missing and able to be rescued, or even with Buffy's
*friends*?" he asked bitterly.
Spike said that Riley told her they wouldn't have taken you.
"Mermaid," he quipped. "Thanksgiving? Sounding familiar and
reasons for them to have taken me? No, I don't .... I'm not
sure I want to come back," Xander admitted. "If they dislike me
that much that I was dead within twenty minutes of being missing, then
.... I want my weapons, I want my comics, I want my clothes. I
want the ring I was going to give Anya. Can you arrange
that? What city are we in?" he asked the man behind the desk.
"We're in Calgary, Spike. Yeah, that's me. No fuckin' clue,"
he admitted. "I have no idea what I'm going to do about the whole
M'Panni thing. That's what they said. See if you can get me
some references too?" He smiled. "Thanks. You mean
Anya left some of my money?" He rolled his eyes. "Sure, if
you can get it before she does, Spike. I have no idea. Maybe
I'll sell one of the weapons. No clue."
"We can help with that," Wade quipped with a smile.
Xander looked at him. "We'll see." He went back to
listening. "Yeah, go ahead and tell them that you heard I wasn't
dead, wasn't turned, and wasn't coming back after I had to rescue
myself. Thanks." He hung up and resisted the urge to throw
something. He picked up the knife he had been sharpening and threw
it at an ugly picture. "Damn them."
"Sometimes having friends suck."
"I've known Willow since the first day of school," he growled. "How dare they treat me like that!"
Wade patted him on the arm. "It's better up here."
Xander looked at him. "I have no idea how to even get permission
to work in Canada. Calgary is in Canada, right? It's not one
somewhere in Europe?"
"No, we're in Canada." He leaned back, watching the hissy fit the
boy was having. "I'm not sure if there's another city named
"How would I know? I was in the worst school system in the world." He huffed, starting to pace.
"Sit down, kid. You were a victim of torture recently."
"I wasn't a victim. Victims beg and plead for mercy. I
didn't beg, didn't plead, didn't give in, and frankly it was pretty
pitiful. The whole horn-looking funnel into my ass while I'm naked
on the altar thing wasn't as weird as I've seen. Even when the
purple stuff made me crap explosively all over the altar or when they
poured in the brown stuff that kinda stuffed me full, or even when they
pulled out the funnel to put in the ivory thingy. All I remember
is a bright light that hurt as I passed out, which as close to a victim
as I came so not one, thank you," he babbled angrily.
"Okay, then you were an unwillingly participant," Wade said dryly,
smirking when the kid stared at him. "You're still injured."
"Got 'em getting Oz out of the Initiative." He got the knife
free. "That wasn't expensive, was it? I'd hate to have to
work my whole life to replace the ugly thing."
"It was but it's ugly and not worth too much," Wade said. Xander relaxed some. "So, now what?"
"How do I apply to work up here?"
"A lot of paperwork. Though we can hire you." Xander stared
him down. "We do have...plans that having a head in charge won't
Xander crossed his arms over his chest. "Frankly, I've heard a bit
of rumors about your former boss, the head. I would've killed him
less quickly if I had known that was him." Wade sat up, staring
at him. "There's probably a reason people call me a white knight,"
he said dryly. "Personally, I don't care about arms except when
they take out dirty things like the Initiative. I've already spent
five years helping save the world. Why would I want to change
"Point," Wade agreed. "Some of the plans aren't really good anyway."
Xander smirked. "Take down the Initiative and we'll see. I
can't do anything until they're gone since they got a friend and they're
a danger to me anyway."
"I saw something about mermaid taint. I didn't see a single thing about any Thanksgiving."
Xander nodded. "I wouldn't let anyone say anything because I knew
what would happen if it got out. Let's just say I had a talk with
some long-dead natives."
Wade blinked because that was a bit strange. "Why would that be worrying?"
"Look up Halloween?"
"I saw something about that." He looked in the dossiers. He
burst out laughing. "You.... Soldier?" Xander smirked
and nodded. "That's how you got the gun and knife training," he
realized. Xander tipped his head, smiling now. Wade drew the
dots. "You did?" he demanded.
"I don't remember anything from them but they sure as hell made my
thanksgiving memorable in a bad way. Especially since Anya kept
saying that it sucked that what I had meant she couldn't get orgasms."
"That's very blunt," Wade said.
"You should meet Anya." He looked around the room then at him. "How many people are watching us?"
"Three, all security cameras are monitored by a trio in the security office," Wade said. "How did you know?"
"I'm getting that creepy feeling of being watched."
"That happens." He stood up and walked around the desk to stare at
the kid. The kid was a few inches shorter. "I can have the
Initiative taken out."
"They have victims who don't deserve it," Xander said more quietly.
"I can have someone show up to help them. Including your friend Buffy they want to test on."
"That would suck but her death wouldn't call a new slayer. The only way that happens is if Faith dies."
"Saw her name mentioned." He stared at the kid. "We need a figurehead."
"I don't want to be involved in the wrong side of the war. Are those two mutually exclusive?"
"Max was all about getting the US back on top so he could benefit from the arms dealing."
Xander considered that. "Wars suck and we've had too many for too
long. There's better ways, including working things so we outclass
Japan in some areas."
"That takes more time than starting a war."
"Yeah but then you'll get some demon overlord who'll want to take over the US at that time. We've stopped a few so far."
Wade considered that statement. "How many?"
"Judge. Master if he had gotten truly free within a few
years. Angelus twice when he lost his soul. Spike doesn't
want the paperwork. The old Mayor was going to make sure he ruled
everything before he ate it all. The Initiative said that they're
working to put demons in the military to help soldiers and save
lives. Their creature was going to rule it."
Wade shook his head. "I don't know of any unit that liberal." Xander shrugged. "How were they doing it?"
"The thing that killed Dr. Walsh was her Franken-soldier made with human
and demon parts. He killed her and was going to start taking over
the town and then move forward."
"Yuck," Wade muttered.
Xander shrugged. "We caught someone who did it to his brother when
he died during a football game. He was going to use my ex
Cordelia as his wife."
"I saw some pictures of her. She's pretty."
"She's mean. Everyone I date is mean," Xander said. "Though I
deserve it from her. I screwed up in a permanent way with her."
"Sometimes that happens. Especially when you're a stupid kid."
Xander nodded. "That's why I had Amy cast the love spell that went oh so charmingly wrong."
Wade blinked then burst out snickering. "That was covered."
Xander snorted. "It was freaky. Especially when they got to
'if we can't have you no one can' part of the day. And to think,
Willow used to crush on me." He shook his head quickly. "How
evil overlord are you guys?"
"We'd definitely like to see the US on top again," Wade said.
"We're very good at weapons dealing and prompting things so that higher
weapons get into the right hands."
Xander shook his head. "A new war won't help. Willow was
saying if there was one we'd have budget problems in the US. She
was doing a paper on it for a class against what we went through in the
30's and 40's."
Wade considered that, sitting behind the desk again to hack that file
and read the report. She had some good points. He forwarded
that paper. "We can get an official viewpoint from someone who
studies it professionally." Xander nodded, sitting down carefully.
"What would you invest in instead?"
"I like weapons. I really like weapons," Xander offered with a
grin. "But what about that stuff so that only one specific person
can use them? Or even the game industry? How many people
spend thousands a year on games?"
"Hmm. Which is a highlight of Japan's economy," Wade agreed.
"They're really our competitor. We'll never get the manual jobs
back from India or China," Xander said. "My father's nearly got
shipped overseas and the fit was enormous. The cops actually
showed up to tell him to quit screaming about it."
Wade shook his head. "Your whole town needs remade."
"Amen," Xander quipped, waving a hand. "Can't do that with the
hellmouth though. It'd make a charming resort town if you could
fix that but as far as I know no one can."
"How do you feel about drugs?" Wade asked.
Xander held up his knife. "About like I want to give this a blow
job. Life's dangerous enough without being screwed up while you're
"If you look at it as you're prey instead of a hunter, it can relax your nerves and let whatever happens come," Wade countered.
"Yeah but that way leads to thinning the gene pool in the wrong
way. We've lost too many people that should've had their genes
carried on to drugs. People like Hendrix and Joplin."
"True," Wade admitted. "People do like their music."
Xander smirked. "I'm very multi-style about music." He shifted. "We sell drugs?"
"We have some people trying to develop a new club drug."
Xander grimaced and shook his head. "No thanks." He stood up.
"It could be moved to mind control. That could be helpful."
Xander stared at him then shrugged. "You don't look like you're a
big fan of Orwell. Or crappy movies about genetic futures."
"I'm not. It's looking like an area we can make decent money in."
Xander shook his head. "The mob has most of that tied up."
"Point. There's people who'd kill to make their people zombies for their control."
"GI Joe had a headband that did that."
"You're basing your argument on a cartoon?" Wade snorted.
Xander smirked. "The geek trio in Sunnydale made one too." He walked off. "Let me get the rest of my stuff."
"Sure." Wade looked them up. That was very interesting and could probably be a big seller.
"I wanted to give it to Spike so he could have minions who listened to him again," Xander quipped from the hallway.
"He might've liked that," Wade agreed. "I might like that
too." What he found when he had the trio hacked was super
interesting so he passed them onto their technical division so they
could be properly employed and used. They had excellent geeks in
their employ who could mentor the three wanna-be evil ones.
Xander came back and looked over his arm, shrugging. "The Buffybot
is very good. Sometimes I can't tell the difference." He
sat down again, sipping some water the housekeeper had given him.
"What about using the drugs in a medical capacity?"
"That would be healing people."
"Look how much more Gates makes now that he's not being the evil head of Microsoft and is out doing things," Xander counted.
Wade slowly nodded. "We can use it as a cover for some things."
"If you can turn that drug into something like an anesthesia for the
field medics, the army pays big probably." He sipped his water and
put the glass on his thigh.
"Could be," Wade agreed.
Xander smirked. "The Lex Luthor plan the head had won't win the US
any friends. We've got a pot smoker in the White House for
another few months. The next one took cocaine and drank too much
when he was younger. It made him paranoid in different ways by the
way he speaks."
Wade shook his head quickly. "He's more likely to want a war."
"Yeah but what if one happens naturally?" Xander countered.
"There's all sorts of stories about the US being attacked in the
underground." Xander got up and got him onto one of his favorite
paranoid sites to lurk at. Then he sat down and went back to
sipping his water.
Wade read what was there. It wasn't pretty.
"Find a way to put us on top by supporting the troops, Wade," Xander
said more quietly. Wade looked at him. "What would you have
liked the last time you were on duty? Because I can tell you used
to be a soldier of some sort."
"Special Forces in Canada's forces," he said with a smirk. "There's lots of things I could've used, kid."
Xander nodded. "If we have a war, and we can manage those things, then what?"
"That does give us a lot of credit and notice. But if they catch the illegal side then we're screwed."
"Then be more subtle. Or arm private militias who want to
help. I'm sure there's plenty." Wade nodded. "Hell,
make a lot of people happy everywhere. Get the people like the
geek trio onto how to make cheaper, cleaner, faster water for those
places having a drought or in the Middle East."
"So you're saying take over something they consider indispensable and make them come to us to get it," Wade paraphrased.
"If we take over, do it the best way we can, and aren't mean about
things like water creation, then they'd want to come to us. Which
would gain us more status and more selling power. Plus we could
branch out and become wider known for that and other things. Just
doing weapons means one of us has to become Tony Stark."
"Again with the comics?" Wade snorted.
Xander smirked. "I like comics. A lot of the people who draw
them have a better handle on science than I do. I've learned a
lot from them."
"I'd never stoop myself to that level." He shook his head.
"Everyone needs some fun in their lives. What's yours?"
"I like being in the field sometimes." He smirked. "Sometimes I get to do some convincing."
"Spike said the same thing once." Xander shook his head. "At least you're not a bleach blond vampire."
Wade ran a hand over his short sandy-blond hair, shaking his head. "Not by any means."
Xander snapped his fingers. "What if one of the demon apocalypses
get into the open? What would people really want if they knew
Wade moaned at the very thought. What weapons that could bring
into play of the average person's hands. Not to mention militaries
and other paranoid groups. "Jesus, that made me hard, kid."
Xander blushed. "I'm still officially dating Anya. She'll torture me after she gets her job back."
"The people getting your stuff can talk to her." He considered it. "How would we get them into the general view?"
"The Initiative's files being blown open in the press," Xander said
simply. He grinned. "Not like they haven't kept careful
records of how they tortured people. You could even have a
commando type raid to get the soldiers incapacitated and then have them
blown open during the rescue if you wanted to be dramatic."
Wade nodded, making that plan. "I can do that. Kills two
birds with one stone. We can probably even make it look like the
demons hired them."
"There's a few larger councils that might want to try to hire someone
but I doubt they'd have a clue who to go to. One's in Pasadena."
Wade nodded, typing out messages to make that happen. It'd
definitely get the kid on their side. It'd definitely help.
It'd also hype their speciality weapons companies. Plus their
chemistry division if they could start working on a cure for vampirism
or something. "How do vampires really get made?"
"Bite, feed, suck some of the feeder's blood, die, wake up souless," Xander said. "Has to be intentional."
"So not just general feeding?"
"No, has to gulp some. The more the better the childe instead of a minion."
"I wonder if you could create a chemical weapon that would eat the virus
causing it," Wade said, typing out another message. He got back a
dirty one from the researcher about how they weren't real. Wade
forwarded some of the hacked files to him. The researcher sent
back swearing and said if they were part of them, he was quitting.
Wade calmed him down and said they were ending them later this
month. They were not joining the group. The researcher
calmed down and went to work on that idea. Wade smiled at the
kid. "Not a bad idea."
"Thank you." He grinned. Then he yawned. "Sorry."
"Being an 'unwilling participant' takes a lot out of you. I've had
a lot of torture victims suddenly fall asleep right in the middle of
the good parts before. Go nap."
Xander grimaced. "Eww. You really are like the living
version of Spike. Don't put blood in my cereal like he did?"
"That's disgusting," Wade said.
"Yeah, it kinda was." He finished his water and went back to his borrowed bed.
Wade sniffed the glass and sent the housekeeper a note to quit drugging
the boy so hard. Then he made new plans. The other
lieutenants came in smiling. They liked the kid too. Maybe
they'd let him have the kid as a personal pet or something. He was
cute and didn't look easily broken.
Wade followed in the 'rescue' team. They were officially a private
security firm who was looking to free a hostage. With the kid's
help he had picked one from the cameras that looked human most of the
time and was peaceful. The team leader knew this was a
set-up. He didn't know why so his reactions could be bluntly
honest and disgusted. They got to the elevator/air vent in the
woods and got entrance, going down there.
The secondary guy was looking around. "What the hell?" he hissed to the leader.
Wade pointed. "Testing rooms are that way." They went that
way. The secondary guy broke at the first body that had been left
strapped down to a bed and was dead of blood loss. Even if it was
pink and blue blood. The Initiative soldiers were left laying
where they fell. The leader looked disgusted and they searched for
their target, getting him free. Then the team came back to free
the other hostages with official support. Not before Wade had
stuck the little machine on their mainframe so their hackers could get
all the files off. They needed them to leak.
The official sorts were mostly FBI and they tried to keep pictures out
but that wasn't going to happen. Even when CID and other military
police showed up to take over. As soon as one mentioned a
cover-up, one of the FBI people was calling a press contact. Wade
kindly slipped that one a copy of what they had hacked before they had
gotten here. Then he strolled off with the rest of his team.
They were already talking to press people. Wade went to
watch his new boss's former friends. Even he could feel the
wrongness around the town so his new 'boss' was not coming back here.
Buffy was worrying. She was twirling her hair as she watched a lot
of official vehicles go screaming past with sirens and lights on.
"I wonder if whatever's going on is why I haven't heard from Riley for a
few days," she said to Willow, who was leaning on her shoulder.
"Probably. Maybe they messed with the wrong demon."
Buffy nodded. "Can those sort handle demons?"
"If you show up, they're going to take you into custody and start asking
questions," Willow reminded her. "We can't have you in a jail
cell, Buffy. Then we'd only have Spike to hunt."
"I miss Xander. He'd know someone in the poker circuit to ask," Buffy admitted.
"But he's at peace. I'm sure he is since I couldn't scry
him." Willow gave her a hug. "We all miss our Xander-shaped
friend." Buffy nodded, hugging back.
Wade strolled off. The girls were bitches. They really
were. He had thought that before but now he knew. He ran
into someone that had to be Anya. She looked like the picture in
Xander's wallet. He stared at her over his sunglasses. She
looked up from her coffee drink to stare back.
She cleared her throat. "You're someone I tried to get a few times
but you never left me anyone to work with. Why are you here?"
"Doing some private security work," he said smugly.
She blanched. "I saw the FBI people." He nodded. "Why?"
"They were inconvenient and in the way. The boss said so." He smirked at her.
She swallowed some coffee. "This town really has nothing for your sort. It barely has things for me to do for fun."
"I have some fun waiting on me. I'm just...gentling him to the idea."
She put down her cup, staring at him. "I heard my pookie was actually alive."
"M'Panni," he said quietly.
She burst out laughing. "That's the biggest mistake in choosing ever."
Wade nodded. "He took out Max, mostly."
"Damn!" She hopped up and glared at him, hands going to her hips and one foot starting to tap. "I want him back."
"No." He gave her a smug look. "You didn't even look for him
and he knows that. He talked to someone." She blanched and
shook her head. He nodded. "Yeah, he did. The day
after he got free." She slumped back into her seat.
"Therefore, release him from whatever you put on him, little girl, and I
don't have to make *you* fun."
She shuddered. "I don't like being on the receiving end. I never get the good orgasms that way."
"Find twins. I find them fun. You can alternate so you never run out of fun when they have to rest."
She shivered. "That's a very naughty idea and I have just the toys
to reenact it until I can find some." She smiled.
"Fine. He's yours. For now."
"Good." He put an envelope on the table. "He wanted the
ring." She glared. He stared at her. "That way he can
stare at it and pine." She put it into the envelope and took the
letter and pictures. "Have a better day, Anya."
"Next time, don't shoot the one I'm working on so fast, Wade. I had plans for him."
He shrugged. "It was grossing out Max." He left.
Xander was now his free and clear. He could commence wooing him.
Plus he had to put a plan in place for that kid that he was
carrying. There was no way he was letting anything more evil than
himself around the kid.
Anya sulked and got some cookies to go with her sugary coffee. She
needed it now that she was officially single and not a widow.
Wade walked into the office and took the headphone off the kid's head, handing him the envelope.
Xander looked at him. "You baited Anya?"
"She'd probably be fun to play with."
"She was a dish it out but can't take it sort," he said, looking inside
the envelope. He poured the ring into his hand, staring at
it. "I might pine away to it."
"No you won't. You have a whole, interesting life ahead of you."
Xander shrugged, putting it into his pocket. "We'll see how that goes. How goes the throwing up of information?"
"Two of the FBI guys did puke," he admitted. "The press people
were highly pissed off that they hadn't heard of this sooner." He
helped the kid up and sat down behind the desk to end the listening link
to his earpiece. Then he looked at him. "That's a boyfriend
Xander shrugged. "I do take hints but I'm not ready to jump into
anything right away." He walked off. "Can you tell the
housekeeper to please quit giving me stuff that makes me sleep?"
"No. You need the rest."
"Sometimes the nightmares are cathartic," Xander said, staring at
him. "It means I haven't totally slipped to the dark side, no
matter how easy it would've been to do that while I hunted." He
went to his room.
Wade was nearly moaning in pleasure at that. He did pass on that
message. She'd switch it for something easier on him. The
boy clearly knew which kink button to push on him. Even if he
wasn't doing it intentionally his mind was saying 'yes' to everything
Wade could promise him. Wade followed, finding the kid in the
shower. He decided to go back to his suite and turn on the video
system. He had a sixty-inch screen that could focus anywhere in
Him showering was a nice show. He'd have to get the kid some of
his own soap so he quit smelling like Max's rose and herbal special
shampoo. And some clothes. Max's would never fit the kid and
he wasn't exactly a suit type. Especially with him needing to
gain weight soon. Xander was getting happy in the shower, which
made Wade very happy. They both ended up naked and wanking off in
their own ways.
Though Wade had the better show.
Wade led Xander into the shop he liked. Xander was giving him a
strange look. "You've got to fit something of the corporate image,
kid." He pointed. "Dress pants. Boots you can kick
people in. Polo shirts or better." Xander huffed but went to
look. "Don't forget, I'm getting you in the gym soon too."
Xander stared at him. "You need some definition and some
"I could use taught how to do it properly," Xander admitted. His hand was over his still-flat stomach.
Wade rolled his eyes. "We can manage around that problem.
Get some and the next size up too just in case." Xander nodded,
taking some to try on. Wade switched most of them out on him;
Xander gave up and let him pick everything since he didn't really
understand good clothes. Wade stared at him. "Belt."
"Why? They fit."
"I have no idea about that stuff," Xander complained. "I've never worn better than jeans."
"Well, now you can." He got him a belt and handed it over.
"With a bit of extra room." He tipped his head to the side.
"Better boots. Shinier." He found him a pair and handed them
over. Then a few more outfits he wanted to see the kid in.
Xander huffed like a girl but dealt with it well enough. Wade
smiled at the kid when he came out the next time. "Good."
"I look like a dork."
"Yeah, you do." He handed over a different shirt. That got a
better response. Pocket t-shirts were okay for some things.
Wade finished getting him kitted out and then took him to look at other
things. Xander found something he wanted that was
theoretical. Wade looked at the camouflage shield and
nodded. "That could help later on." He texted his people
while they finished the shopping.
"I'm not a princess," Xander said once they were in the car. "I
may have to learn how to use manners but I'm still not a princess."
Wade looked at him. "I never considered you princess material,
Xander. You're too flat chested." Xander relaxed.
"Though you're right, you need to learn manners. You'll get used
"So this isn't some sort of grooming thing?"
"I only groom victims I intend to play with for a long time," Wade said
sarcastically. Xander gave him a pointed look. "We'll
see about anything that might happen later. For now, learn to
integrate yourself and your ways into this new you."
"This new me is uptight and wears clothes that suck."
Wade laughed. "You can wear jeans on the off-hours."
"Then we need to pick some up."
"Next time." He started the car and drove them back to the house. "We really should move soon."
Xander nodded. "I can do that. Not like I have a lot to pack."
"That's why you have a housekeeper." Wade made the plans to switch
residences that night. Xander made sure he had Anya's ring, the
head of Max, and his old clothes that the housekeeper hated. Wade
probably did too but yay! That was who Xander was. The
housekeeper took the bag from his hand and shooed him off. Wade
escorted him out to the limo. Xander wasn't used to riding in it
so he was uptight. "What?" Wade asked from his seat.
"This is my first plane ride," he said quietly.
Wade looked at him. "Want a drink?"
"Fine." He smiled slightly and found the vial of knock-out drops
he used on Max when he started to get into a manic mood. Wade was
mostly immune to them. Xander wasn't yet. He put some on his
lips subtly behind the folder he was studying. He felt it sink
in. He moved quickly, kissing Xander. Xander moaned into it
and went limp a minute later. Wade wiped off the medicine and got
comfortable. He did have to grin when the kid started to huff and
purr in his sleep. It was adorable. He'd have to try that
again later without the knock-out drugs.
Xander woke up with a start, looking around the plane. He glared
at Wade and hit him on the arm. "I wasn't that nervous."
He pointed. "We're flying over San Francisco soon."
Xander looked. "We're really high up." Wade nodded. "We aren't going to crash, right?"
"Probably not. That'd be a freak accident and your ex didn't get her powers back."
Xander relaxed back into his seat, staring out the window. "How
tiny everything looks from up here," he said quietly. "Like
everything down there only has tiny problems to go with their tiny
bodies and buildings."
Wade looked then at him. "That's the Golden Gate bridge."
"I've seen it in pictures."
"No road trips?"
"That would require less spending on booze and wanting to be together,"
Xander quipped. He looked at Wade. "Where are we heading?"
"We're going to be near Deadboy and Cordy?"
"Not exactly. They shouldn't hear you're there." Xander
shrugged and settled in, going back to watching the tiny world below
When the demon appeared, Xander was up before Wade could do more than
pull his gun. Both the knives in his hands were sharp and the
demon died fairly quickly. Xander looked at it. "Why did you
show up?" he quipped.
"I guess we can chop it up into pieces and shove it into the toilet,"
Wade decided. "It's not huge." He and one of the guards
dragged the demon corpse to the tiny bathroom.
Xander leaned into the service cabin. "Do you have any coffee grounds?"
"I can make single cups," she offered with a perky smile.
"No, I need coffee grounds."
"Dry?" she asked, handing over a bag of coffee.
"Wet but I can do that. Thanks." He grinned and patted the
guard, making him move. Xander added some water into the bag and
then shoved the contents into the demon's mouth. The whole body
exploded in neat little pieces of goo. Xander got some paper
towels and wetted them down to wipe the walls. "It's easier this
way than the mess of making parts."
"I guess it might be," Wade decided. "How did you learn to do that?"
Xander grinned at him. "Spike. He told me a lot of ways to
kill demons when he was being bored tied to my old recliner at night."
"Huh. Demonic chemistry is messy but fun." He helped clean
up the bigger than average bathroom. Still tiny but they only
bumped into each other when they moved. Finally it was done and
the dirty towels were flushed. The last few chunks went down in
the next load and it was done. Xander washed his hands then went
back to his seat. Wade did the same, following him. Wade was
staring at the pants. "Are those the looser ones?"
"Yeah. I didn't figure I could sit for a long time in the tighter ones."
"Maybe. We can fix some of that with tailoring." Xander looked at him. "Even with that issue."
"How are you affording this?" Xander asked quietly.
Wade smirked. "I inherited Max's estate."
"Oh, okay." He got comfortable watching out the window. "We're over wine country?"
Wade looked. "Or the agriculture belt." Xander nodded, staring down there. "Can you teach me the sword stuff?"
Xander beamed at him. "I jumped in and taught myself but I can teach you what I know."
"I can find us a tutor to up those skills too," he decided. Xander
hugged him then went back to the window. "Don't want you
unprotected," he said, trying to sound gruff. Xander grinned at
him. "Don't go all mushy and girlish," he warned.
Xander cackled. "I've been surrounded by girls for *years*,
Wade. I can understand them, I can shop with them, all that.
I just don't because I'm not really comfortable in Victoria's
Secret." Wade shivered. "I'm not cross-dressing." He
sat back and went back to his watching. "Next time can I get on
the plane without being carried like a damsel in distress?"
"Sure." He settled himself back in. It was mean of Xander to
shoot down a new kink Wade didn't realize he had. Maybe he'd get
him to try it sometime. Xander got up to go get a soda, having to
bend down to get the knife he had dropped out of his pocket. Wade
and the guard both tipped their heads to stare at the tight butt being
flashed. Those pants clearly needed tailored to show him off
better. Wade mentally shook himself free, staring at the
guard. The poor guy blushed and looked away. Xander came
back. "Where's your belt?"
"It was too tight so I took it off. It's in my jacket
pocket. Or yours if that's yours." He pointed. Then he
took a sip of soda.
"Mine." Wade watched the kid inhale the soda like some coffee
addicts did their first cup of the morning. He'd have to make
plans for that need. Max had been a martini before dinner
sort. Xander was a hardcore soda addict at the moment. "Is
that good for you?" he asked quietly.
"The damn thing can withstand a nuclear bomb. I doubt caffeine is
going to bother it," Xander said before taking another drink. Wade
smiled and relaxed, letting Xander enjoy the view. "Can we pick
up a burger on the way to the house?" he asked quietly.
"We can get you food at the house. It's not safe to eat the cheap burgers. They can make you sick."
Xander looked at him. "I've eaten plenty of things that were nearly poisonous, Wade."
Wade smirked. "We can fix that too. The housekeeper is making lamb tonight."
"Isn't she on here?" He looked around.
"Different ones to upkeep each house," Wade said.
"Oh. I guess that makes sense." He shifted and got
comfortable, looking out the window. "Did you erase the stuff from
my roadtrip? I know someone put tapes up."
Wade shook his head. "I'll look to see if they're too
inflammatory." That was a very good tease. Though Xander
didn't seem like he was. "What did you do on it?"
"I worked at the Fabulous Ladies' Nite Club in Oxnard to pay to fix the car that blew up on me."
Wade used the shielded internet to look that club up. When he
found out it was a strip club he mentally shook his head. "You're
right, having that stuff found could look strange." He went
looking for it. The kid was pretty damn decent. When Wade
realized that guard was trying to see he scowled, sending him to the
other side of the plane. Maybe he'd remove all sorts of Xander
things from the internet. He didn't want anyone to intrude on his
new boy. He could be a bit possessive and mean when people tried
to poach what was his.
Xander looked over his arm and changed film. "I looked like a dork
usually. They tipped me to get me off the stage." He sat up
Wade watched it. It was clearly earlier since the boy had less
rhythm. Though there was definitely some tipping to get him to
take stuff off, not to get him off the stage. "I think it was more
them wanting more, not less of you," he said dryly.
Xander gave him a funny look and shook his head. "The boss said that I sucked, that's why I never got tips."
Wade showed him the film. "You're getting tips."
"You had to cover the pay for the bartender, the DJ, and the bouncer," Xander said. "I barely made above that."
Wade snorted. "I doubt that since some of those are hundreds,
kid." He showed him one, zooming in on it. "I think that
boss stole some." Xander shrugged and slumped down. "If you
want to practice, you can. Max hired some sometimes for the
"No thanks," he squeaked.
Wade smirked at him. "Maybe we'll see. It's supposed to be a
pretty good workout." He went back to watching them. Xander
was not bad at all. "Tomorrow we'll do some time in the gym to
get you in better shape." Xander nodded at that
practicality. "How much gym time do you usually do?"
"I was working construction for about six months," Xander said, looking
at him. "Not much time to put in at the gym between that and
"You guys had *patrols*?" Wade asked. "The blonde one went on patrols?"
"Yeah. We went out as a stake happy posse," Xander said
dryly. He found a demon website for him and let him browse the
videos. "They have an 'appreciation for Buffy's skirts' society on
Wade settled in to watch them, shaking his head. Yup, those girls
were true bitches. Damn! Maybe he should make them a fun
Xander shook his head. "They're the only friends I had, Wade."
"I don't have any myself but I'd never even think about it with the way
they were talking about you." He let him see that one.
Xander shrugged. "They said worse to my face. I was *normal*."
"No, I'm what normal is and I'd *love* to show that to them," he said,
going back to watching. "Who wears hooker gear on patrol?"
Xander burst out laughing and got up to use the bathroom.
"Seriously. And *heels*." The guards gathered around.
"These were his two best friends. If they show up, you don't speak
their language, which is apparently a bastardized form of
english." They all nodded.
"They weren't always bad to me," Xander said as he came out. "They
were better when we were younger. Before Willow got magic and
Buffy got support for her super-special club of girls." He sat
down and changed videos. "This was us in our first three months."
Wade watched. "Did no one train you?" he asked.
"The memories from that halloween."
Wade looked at him. "We'll be fixing that first thing." He
went back to watching. "They were less bitchy back then," he
decided. He moved forward to the next one chronologically.
They got worse and worse as things started to split the group into the
boy/girl groups. Then Willow started to floating things instead of
doing it by hand. The girls got 'special' and Xander became
'normal'. "What's that?" he muttered, clicking on one of the
videos. It was clearly security camera footage. It was
Xander talking to a zombie. Xander was shuddering next to
him. Wade listened. Xander had nearly slipped then.
But he kept going and the girls clearly never heard about it. "The
"Oz. He's in Tibet."
Wade nodded, going forward. There were reports between them.
This was the information that was missing from his underground
dossier. It gave him a better picture of his new figurehead boss
and possible toy. He was hurt but covering well. He was on
the borderline of going dark to help the good guys. Wade had tried
that but he had slipped too far. Max had been the one to pull him
back from that crevice. Wade could do that for the boy. He
finished that site's info sources, looking up the newly dubbed 'LA
team'. It had what happened between Xander and Cordelia.
"You did Willow?" he asked, looking disgusted. He'd never touch
that, even with gloves on.
"Nothing beyond kissing and they all blamed me," Xander sighed.
"It screwed up so many things." He looked over. "Cordelia
got seriously injured. It's ruined her chances to model and some
"There's corrective procedures."
"Her parents got turned in for tax evasion," Xander said quietly.
"I will protect Cordelia to this day." Wade stared at him, nodding
slightly. "She got the raw end of that and I can help her
"I don't mind that. Sometimes ex's are better for you than
family." Xander relaxed and smiled. "How did Buffy date the
"With me going 'ewww, he's got to be clammy' many times," Xander said
dryly. "Though they only had sex once. He lost his soul in a
perfect moment of happiness." They shared a look.
Wade shook his head. "She has pitiful taste."
"She's dating Spike I think," Xander said.
"Still pathetic to date a corpse. I wouldn't want to date a zombie."
"Vampires have more brains than zombies. And apparently Anne Rice
was wrong. Spike said some of them play with viagra for hours of
torturing fun." Xander patted him on the arm. "If you get
turned I'll make sure you're staked because you'd be too scary, Wade."
"Thanks, kid." That almost gave him a warm fuzzy feeling in the
pits of his cold heart. The plane was shifting altitude.
Xander was getting tense. "We're near LA, changing incoming
vectors," he said calmly and quietly.
"So not crashing like all those little planes on the news?"
"This isn't that small of a plane, Xander. Relax or I'm pulling
out the knock out drops again." Xander punched him on the arm and
got up to change seats so he could look out the other side of the
plane. Wade shook his head. The information he had painted a
slightly different picture of the kid. An injured knight of the
ancient times with some screwed up morals from the hunting. A bit
dark. Tarnished armor. And slightly kinky since he was
sucking on his lip in a way that was encouraging that guard to flirt
with him. Not that the kid noticed. Clearly some self esteem
work needed to be done. He'd have to deal with that later.
Once Xander was headed to be his and only his.
Xander walked into the new house yawning. "I thought I said no knock out drops."
"You were nearly asleep in the car without them, kid."
"Fine." He nodded at the staring guards. "What? Do I look that weird?"
"No," he said. "The head does."
Xander looked at the scowling head. Then he handed him over.
"Find him a spot to sit and glower." He walked off yawning.
"Left," Wade ordered. Xander went where he ordered. He shook
his head. "Anytime he drools he swallows and it drips out of the
bottom." The guard just nodded and carefully put it down.
"Put it on the dog pillow in the salon." He followed the
boss. He had reports waiting from everyone else. Dinner was
served and Xander took the folders from him to put down. "Work,"
"Dinner," Xander ordered. "I'm told it's impolite to work over
dinner. Willow nagged about that a lot during our senior year."
Wade looked at him. "Fine." He cut into his lamb, eating a bite. "Nicely tender."
"I'm wonder what sort of cow that is," Xander said, looking at it. "And what's with the green stuff?"
Wade smiled. "It's lamb."
"Like baby sheep?"
"Yes. The green stuff is mint sauce. It's traditional.
Try it." Xander ate a bite, slowly chewing. Then he
shrugged and ate another bite but scraped the sauce off to cover the
other green stuff. "You need your vegetables."
"I lived on burgers and take out for nearly twenty years," he quipped back. "The only vegetables I know are chinese."
Wade shook his head. "Can I kill your parents too?"
"No. They're living in a hell they made." He ate another
bite. "Needs hot sauce." Wade gave him a strange look.
"We'll fix your taste buds so they're normal for everyone else
too." Xander gave him a pointed look. "Really." The
housekeeper brought some out for him and some stir fried
vegetables. Xander gave her a quick hug and dug in. Wade
shook his head. He could stand that he guessed. "Thank you."
"The boy needs good food to grow stronger." She left.
"I still make a sucky M'Panni," he called after her.
"Thank you for humoring me."
Wade shook his head. "She is?"
"Yeah, I know her cousin. He runs the bakery in Sunnydale."
He ate another bite once the lamb was fixed the way he wanted it.
"Huh." Wade stuffed his mouth. "Settle in tonight.
I'll meet you in the gym tomorrow, see where we're starting on your
self-defense." Xander grinned and nodded. "Then we'll go
over the plans while we're here."
"Okay." He ate another bite. "Are you going to keep scaring that one guard for whatever reason."
"He was flirting."
"He was being nice, not flirting. There was no eye contact moves
or anything." Xander ate another bite of the vegetables. "No
one really flirts with me outside of Anya, Wade."
"Fine. Don't be mean to him. If I'm worthy to be flirted with by studly guys then he shows incredible taste."
Wade stared at him, carefully putting his fork and knife down. "No flirting with the guards, Xander."
Xander blinked at him. "I'd never flirt with anyone. I don't
tend to be the one making the moves. Anya pounced. Cordelia
and I just mutually fell together. Willow and I too. The
strippers I slept with all tempted me to go with them. I suck at
flirting. That's why I made crap drink sales at the club."
"You've done a good bit, but it was probably unintentional," Wade said
dryly. Xander blushed and ducked his head. "Or not."
He stared at him. "No flirting with the guards."
"I'd never flirt."
"Uh-huh. Just say no works."
"If he's being polite I'm going to talk to him. I'm not your abused spouse."
"No you're not." Yet. "But still, no flirting. I'll have him transferred to guard Jack."
"He's a nice guy. He also realized about...." He waved a hand at his stomach. "He was asking me about her."
Wade grimaced. "We'll go over that later." Xander stared at
him. "Fine. He can stay. Still, no flirting." He
picked up his knife and fork and cut off a piece of meat to chew.
"I have no idea why anyone would want to flirt with me anyway," Xander complained, eating some more.
Wade squeezed his fork and knife. "It's because we show exquisite taste."
Xander blushed again. "Maybe this is a drug-induced coma on the altar," he mumbled.
Wade got up and hauled Xander up to kiss him. "It's not.
It's all real." He stared at him, making the boy swallow.
"Now, eat. Then you can go rest. Then tomorrow I'll see you
in the gym."
"Good boy." He smirked and gave him another hard kiss. "Finish up. You're exhausted."
"A bit." He sat back down and went back to eating. He
apparently had something to think about tonight. Wade sat back
down and went back to his own dinner. When he was done, Xander
finished his water. "Bedroom?" Wade escorted him and showed
him where things were then went back to his dinner and the
folders. Xander took a shower and went to bed naked. The
sheets were so soft they deserved bare skin.
Down the hall, Wade watched the monitor instead of reading. When
he heard the first huff of sleep he got back to his updating. That
guard had made himself inconspicuous but he could find him later to lay
down the law. Xander needed guards who wanted to protect him, and
that one was good at it, but there would be no flirting with what was
In the morning, Wade found Xander in the gym. He was wearing jeans
and a loose t-shirt. He'd fix that fashion mistake later.
Xander was using one of the leg press machines. Wade checked the
weight, which was a very respectable one-fifty and nodded, moving to
warm up. "Did you stretch?"
"Oops." Xander let the weights down and got up to stretch. He stretched up then out then down to touch his toes.
Wade looked up in time to see the firm ass nearly in his face.
"Can't you do that on the floor?" he asked, trying hard not to react.
"No, I can't reach my toes if I do it sitting down." He tried to
bend backwards but nearly fell. Wade got up and moved him to a
wall to let him brace against it. "That's easier?"
"Usually. Walk your hands down the wall." He went back to
his own stretches. When Xander got done with that one, Wade made
him do the series he did. It could only help his
flexibility. Xander shrugged but did them then went back to the
leg press machine. Wade started on arm curls with free
weights. When Xander got done he looked around. Wade pointed
and helped him set the machine, teaching him how to use it. By
the time Xander had done all the machines, Wade was ready for a
spar. He got the kid to the open area in front of the
mirrors. "Okay, come at me."
"Like you're attacking, Xander," he said patiently. Xander nodded
and tripped into it. Wade pushed him back, staring him down.
"For real. I saw you do better right after you started to
patrol. Try to impress me and I'll give you a leg rub."
Xander grinned. "I could like that maybe." He attacked
better this time. "I don't want to hurt you and I need a weapon."
"We'll train you how to do it without a weapon," Wade said
patiently. But he did get him some wooden knives. That
worked better and Xander was better and more confident with
it. Wade defended well. Now he knew where to start the
kid's training at. "Okay, slower and come at me again."
Xander tried. "No, slower." Xander huffed but tried
again. Wade hip-tossed him. "How would you handle a normal
"I don't." He looked up at him. "That was mean."
Wade smiled. "Yup. Expect a lot more of it too." He
helped him up and showed him what he wanted him to do. Xander
nodded and mimicked it. "Better." He taught him more
moves. It went better until lunch. Then they broke to
eat. Xander stared at the salad then around. "What?
They're good for you."
"I was wondering where the gaggle of girls were." He scowled. "That's girl food."
"Well, you do have that girlish condition," Wade quipped. Xander
kicked him on the shin and added a lot of dressing so he could eat
it. At the end, Xander got a snack cake and went back to the
gym. Wade had to shake his head. Xander was very
unique. Though, twins of him was a definite dirty dream for
later. He went back to help improve the kid's self-defense.
He wanted him able to defend himself if they were attacked.
Because it could happen if others heard Max was kind of dead.
A few minutes later Xander walked Max's head out to one of the guards,
handing it over. "Completely humiliate him for calling me
fat. Preferably in a way that makes him demand a total
wash." He walked off shaking his head.
The guard smirked. "I can do that." He went to hand him to the gardener's dog. "Here, poochy, have a new toy."
"Don't you dare," Max warned. "I'll have you killed!" The
dog barked and fetched it when he was thrown. "Eww! Dog
drool! Get off my nose!"
The guard smiled at the bemused gardener. "The new boss said to
humiliate him in a way that meant he needed a great face wash." He
went back inside. The dog was happily throwing his new ball in
the air to catch it and then batting it around. The puppy he put
up with came out to play too. The gardener helped by tossing it so
they could play fetch. When they got tired, the puppy buried it
in the rose bushes. He even peed on it to make sure it smelled
like it was his toy.
Xander woke up the next morning sore. He still made himself get
up, shower, and then go eat something. No matter how much his jaw
ached. He had no idea why his jaw ached but it did. Wade
gave him a look over his morning coffee. "Sore," he admitted
quietly. "What was I chewing on?"
"You had a few nightmares. Maybe you clenched your jaw shut?"
Xander shrugged. "Maybe." He sipped his soda and dug into
his granola cereal. He liked it and the housekeeper was thrilled
that he liked something semi-healthy. Some day he would have to do
something about the nagging. He finished, got another glass of
soda, and went to stretch.
Wade smiled. The kid had good sense but he'd have to figure out
what he had done the night before. The guards should know.
He popped into the security office. "Any idea why Xander's jaw is
"He had a few nightmares with his jaw clenched so hard he was probably
gritting his teeth," the head guard said, looking up at him.
"Should we start to background check therapists?"
"I doubt he'd go for it. Any idea on the cause?"
"He didn't say a thing," the head guard said. "Not a single
sound. He went rigid, clenched his jaw, and rode them out."
Wade nodded. "I'll see if he remembers then." He went to the
gym. "The security cameras said that you went rigid, clenched
your jaw, and just rode out the nightmares?" he asked quietly.
Xander shrugged. "Usually I have shouting ones. They annoyed Anya to no end when I was reliving graduation."
Wade nodded. "I can understand that. Do you remember any of
it? Maybe want us to find someone for you to talk to?"
"I'd never do therapy. Willow's mother tried once when I was
younger and I blew her theories out. It actually made her go
drink." He finished his stretches. "I didn't say anything?"
"Huh. Maybe I'll try some meditation later to see if I can figure
out what they were about." He shrugged and went to his planned
circuit of machines.
"If it gets too bad we have some of that knock out syrup here."
"I'll do that."
"Good. You look tired."
Xander gave him a weak smile. "For all I know it was the thing that I'm not thinking about."
"Could be," he admitted. "Hormone shifts or whatever." He'd
look up pregnancy later to see if it did encourage nightmares.
Beyond Wade's of being one of those _Leave it to Beaver_ sort of
fathers. The one with the sweater vest and him smoking the pipe
had made Wade shout and flail for over an hour last night.
Xander was meditating when he ran into someone he didn't expect. "Jesse," he said quietly. "What the hell?"
Jesse, his childhood friend that had been taken by vampires, squatted
down in front of where he was sitting. "Dude, damn." Xander
gave him a pointed look. "Not exactly a *white* knight here,
"We're stopping problems."
"Yeah, and they're creating some underneath you."
Xander snorted, shaking his head. "Not a problem. Remember Galatin?"
Jesse grinned. "Vividly. I was going to remind you of
him." He sat down across from him, nodding at his stomach.
"That's stranger than Cordelia and Willow getting along."
"They still don't get along." He looked at his stomach then at his soulmate. "I had not a bit of say."
"I saw." He patted him on the forehead. "It's not a nightmare if it'll come true."
"I have visions?" he demanded. "Like slayer dreams?"
"Yeah, she woke them up. If you had stayed in Sunnydale they
might've stayed hidden until you ascended like Cordelia will some
day." He grinned. "What're you going to name her?"
"I'm not sure I should since she'll be evil incarnate."
"Good point. In that case, name her after Warren. He's about psycho too. Or Wade."
"Yeah," Jesse snorted, giving him a look. "I know I passed that
gift to you when it happened in my life." He hugged him.
Xander hugged him back. "Eenie miney mo, catch an Evelyn by the
toe," he whispered. Xander nodded at that request. "Beyond
that, visions suck. Hormones bring them harder. Pay
some attention. Sometimes it's the little picture, not the big
one." He kissed him. "I'm waiting. Don't stray too far
over the path, Xander." He winked and disappeared.
Xander woke up gasping, making himself calm down. He took a few
calming breaths, willing the pain in his chest to stop. He finally
looked up, seeing Wade and the guards staring. "Jesse said hi and
you're evil," he told Wade, getting a grin back. "He also said
I'm going to start getting visions. If I had stayed in Sunnydale,
they never would've come up." He got helped up. "Let me go
rest, guys. Sorry if I freaked you out." He walked off.
Wade followed. "Visions?"
"Yeah and he said sometimes it's the small picture of them instead of
the bigger one I'll see." He glanced over. "I have no idea
how that goes. You'd have to ask Angel's seer." Wade
nodded. He opened his bedroom door. "Let me take a nap," he
"At least you know he's happy."
"No, he's not. He's a puppet, that's why they sent him."
Xander looked at him. "Jesse was turned, Wade. I had to
stake him. I knew him before I knew what words were and I had to
stake him." He walked in and gently closed the door, going to his
bed to curl up round his stomach.
Wade went to look that guy up. Clearly he was important.
"He'll start to have precognitive events," he told the guards.
"Record them, whatever he says, and how long they last." They
nodded, going to look that information up. They had no idea how to
field treat visions. Wade was doing the same thing. For
someone who had just learned magic was real, visions were freaky.
He also looked up where Angel was so he could talk to the seer he had on
staff. Maybe he had some idea about how to stop them. Or
handle them easier. Everything he saw said that visions could be
deadly if they went on for a prolonged time.
Wade walked into a demon bar. He was silently freaked out by all
the strange creatures. He felt like he had walked into that bar in
the Star Wars movie that he had been forced to watch as a punishment
from Max. He found the man he wanted and nodded at someone who
stared at him. The man he wanted looked up at him. "I have a
few questions for you."
"Yeah, I had a vision saying you wanted to talk about 'em," he said, his
Irish accent softened. "Back room's free." He led the way,
taking his beer with him. He sat down. "How is the boy?"
"Fine. He's training hard so he can protect himself."
"Good. Especially since the Powers That Be don't like him with
you." Wade snorted. "I'm their mouthpiece for Angel."
He shifted and put his feet up. "I've never found anything that
could help the pain and I'm not sure if he can take them anyway with
*her* being around." Wade nodded. "Mostly, you soothe, take
dictation of whatever happened, and then let him nap it off."
"Can they be passed on?" Wade asked.
"Not that I'm aware of. I'm not sure what source his come
from. Mine're gifted," he said. "If'n I'm dying I can pass
'em on." He took a drink of his beer. "No one's sure the
cause of his. There's been no seers in his line."
"Then again, there were no witches in Rosenburg's line," Wade
countered. "It was just *coincidence* that a very strong witch was
born to join up to a really strong slayer?"
"Perhaps." He smiled. "If so there's some other powers
interrupting the PTB's games. Which they hate. They try very
hard to take out any interference."
"Which is why I'm helping him train."
Doyle snorted. "Be honest, Wade. You're doing it to gentle
him to your touch and ways. Which might not be healthy for
him. What happens if he slips too far into the dark?"
"He won't. He'll never be the psycho that Max was or the killer that I am."
"Boy's killed plenty," Doyle pointed out. "The demon underground
was conservative on his kill count." Wade nodded he had realized
that. "He tries very hard to step back from each minute slip
toward the dark whenever he has to do something. Leading won't be
any better for him. He'll want to be in the thick of things."
"There's ways to do that without selling your soul to the devil," Wade said.
"Some say you have." Doyle stood up. "If'n the boy needs
help, send him our way. Cordelia cried over him. She'll help
protect him after she beats the living hell outta him."
"She seemed feisty." He smirked. "I'll let him know."
Doyle nodded. "Never forget, Angelus gets to him first and you'll
have to stake him too. Angel never forgot what he learned about
the princess' wish verse. She alone knew what sort of threat the
boy could be if he wanted to be. Or he's driven there. She
alone knows how to handle him when he's in that much pain. By the
way *her*, the one in his head, is a mite possessive. So if you
mate to him, it's not gonna go away. Ever." He finished his
beer on the way out.
Wade considered it on his way back to the car. He drove back to
the house, then went to find Xander. "I talked to Doyle."
Xander winced. "Nothing bad. He said to tell you Cordelia
Xander slumped, shaking his head. "I'm sorry. I should've
thought to call her. Maybe I'll go lurk somewhere she can catch a
glimpse of me and figure things out."
"He said she'd beat you to death."
"Probably, yeah." He looked up. "Any other revelations?"
"He said he's never found anything for the pain. I'll have someone
start working on that." He stared down at him. "What's a
Xander winced. "Wish demons, like Anya, can create narrow pocket
universes if the wish they're granting calls for it." He shifted
and sighed a bit. "In this case we're talking about Cordelia
making one because I called her by Buffy's name." Wade grimaced,
sitting down. "She wished Buffy hadn't shown up. So there, I
was turned." Wade nodded slowly. "I had turned
Willow. Willow and I were having tons of fun torturing
He looked at his stomach then at Wade. "Willow became a leather
wearing, any pain is good for her sort of vampire who liked to
torture. I was the favorite grandchild of the Master. The
one Buffy defeated in tenth grade." Wade nodded slightly. "I
wasn't really nice. From the flashes I got, I had this thing
about having Angel's chest open and was slowly sticking tiny toothpicks
into a corner of his heart. Just on the edges where I had clamped
off a tiny piece." Wade shuddered. "Yeah. I wasn't
nice or pretty. I was a good hunter for the group but he was my
fun. Which is why Angelus taunted me about how much my death would
hurt Buffy. I promised I'd be there when he died. I kinda
was the method but not in the room."
"So her wish meant she saw how evil you could go?"
Xander shook his head. "I could have went more evil. Angel
torture was just for fun. There was nightly hunting for food
sources and other things that proved my alpha hunter status. I got
a flash of me taunting a group of sorority chicks I had tied up and
were cutting the 'cute' things off bit by bit. I had started with
the hair and was on the nails in the flash I saw." He looked at
Wade. "So apparently my dark side is really deep but I've stayed
out of it for years. Jesse was one of the anchors I had when I was
younger and more pissed at the world."
"A lot of teenagers have that sort of rage."
"I had rage, and I had reasons for the rage," Xander admitted. "I
also had alcoholic parents. We had a monthly day off for funerals
for classmates as far back as I can remember, but it was like they
became less than real once they were buried. In days, it was like
they were never there and I seemed to be one of the few that realized
that. Jesse did. It always upset him. Most of our
classmates had their funerals during mass services in the gym."
"That's what the vampires did. I was always so pissed off that no
one seemed to care that they had died. Kids I had grown up
with. When it happened with Jesse's death I nearly lost it on
Willow. She did the same damn thing and seemed to not remember
him. I nearly staked her one night for saying that she only had
ever had one guy friend, me," he finished quietly. "Then Buffy
joined us at the right moment and I had to calm myself down. I
took it out on the vamps that night."
"I can see how hunting would ease that. No one realized?"
"Within days it was like they never existed. If you ask my former
friends, they probably say the same thing. I was a good but normal
guy who had helped out when he could, did some of the research, fetched
snacks. I doubt either of them could remember what I really
looked like. Anya, she'll remember. Spike, he'll
remember. Neither one are infested by whatever causes that."
Wade considered it. "What 'her' was he talking about in your head that's possessive?"
Xander blushed and shrugged a bit. "You didn't see anything about the zoo trip?"
"Did it say anything about hyenas?"
Wade thought back. "You kept her?"
"They couldn't banish her. She's mostly locked up. She's a
great help on patrol. So are the memories from the halloween
soldier." He stood up. "Any other good news?"
"Doyle said he wasn't sure who had gifted you with visions and whoever the Powers That Be are might be pissed?"
"Yeah, they're over slayers. We've seen their sucky ideas in the
past. It wouldn't surprise me any if we're attacked to try to
either capture me or kill me." He shrugged. "No different
than back at home so Buffy would get upset."
Wade stood up, staring at the kid. "What sort of hyena was it?"
Xander grinned. "The matriarch of the clan." He walked around him. "I'm going to shower off the sweat."
"Need a back scrubber?"
Xander grinned. "Not yet. Maybe sometime soon. Anya's
main mistake was how she assumed things, Wade. I may not be the
one to go hunting but if I'm being wooed, I want to be wooed. Not
just pounced." He left him to think and look up things.
Wade went to look up hyena matriarchs first off. The rest he
could consider tonight. Though he did watch Xander in the
shower. Wooing huh? He might be able to pull up a few
ideas. It wasn't his thing but he had a plan about how to get
Xander into bed. It'd just take a few weeks. Fortunately
Xander wouldn't want flowers, candy, and long walks on the beach.
Well, candy maybe. Xander was going to get fat from his sweet
Xander was lurking around Cordelia's apartment building. She was
coming down the stairs. She paused and looked his way so he
grinned and disappeared. He heard her chasing but he made himself
disappear. It'd hurt too much to talk to her right now.
Especially when she beat him to death with her high heels.
Cordelia huffed, looking around. "I saw you so I know you're
real," she growled. "I'm going to kill you, Xander Harris."
She stomped over to her car and drove to talk to Angel. "I saw
Xander," she said as soon as she walked into the office.
"He died," Angel said. "Was he a ghost?"
Doyle cleared his throat. "He didn't die." Angel stared at him. "He did get taken."
"By?" Cordelia demanded.
"A M'Panni cult."
Angel shuddered. "That's bad for any human. Hold on, he is?"
"He's the worst choice ever," Doyle said. "Though yeah, he's in
hiding." He looked at Cordelia. "You'll see him sometime
"Then why did Willow say he had died?" she asked, starting to sound shrill.
"Because she never looked," Angel said when Doyle just stared at her. Doyle nodded. "Why?"
"They decided it must be so when she couldn't scry him.
Underground said he found a sword and made his own way out. Found a
protector when he took out a sorcerer." Cordelia sank into a
chair. Doyle leaned over to hug her. "He's fine, even if he
is in a weird place. He'll always come to help you if you need him
to." She looked at him. "He will."
"Where is he?"
"With his protector, who probably will take him out of the city in a few
weeks." She slumped. "He's happy enough, princess.
Things are a bit weird but he's mostly happy."
"Things are always weird around Xander," Angel said.
"The same Power that gave Buffy a strong witch gave him visions," Doyle
mouthed. Angel shuddered. He cuddled Cordelia. "He's
got minions and someone evil tryin' ta woo him."
She let out a snort and wiped her cheeks off. "Sounds like
him." She looked at him. "He's really all right?"
Doyle smiled and nodded. "What's a M'Panni cult?"
"It's a group of demons trying to give a higher demon an heir by
choosing someone innocent and pure to knock up ritually by magic," Doyle
said with a grin.
She burst out laughing. "Him? Xander!" She cackled.
He nodded. "Yeah, bit of stress there but he fought his way out."
"Yeah. Due around the holidays." He winked.
"If'n you need him, he'll be there." She nodded, going to clean up
her face. He looked at Angel. "That new overlord?
That's him," he mouthed.
"Good to know." He went to the sewers to laugh his ass off.
Xander Harris, mother to a higher demon. It was almost cosmic
justice for the clown of the slayer patrol. He heard the hatch
shut and be locked on him, glaring at it. He'd get Cordelia
later. He turned at the sound of a footstep, having to duck when
he heard the gunshot. Beside him, some of the tunnel slime lit on
fire. Flare rounds. He disappeared up the tunnels.
He'd find out who had done it and deal with them in finest master
vampire fashion later.
Wade smirked. "Dick." He left, going back to the
house. Cordelia was calmed down. Xander had pulled his
dramatic showing off. Angel was running now. Maybe Angel
would keep going all the way back to Sunnydale. Wade got to go
release more information on demons to the media to keep them in the
limelight so no one could forget. People were trying to ignore it
now. It was too soon for their plans. So maybe he'd release
the tape of the graduation battle.
Xander looked up as someone came running into the office and grabbed
him. "Hey, no grabby hands!" he complained, getting free.
"What's wrong? Are we being invaded?"
"Yes! By the press!" He hauled him off to Wade. Wade
had made it very clear Xander was his. "We're being invaded by the
"Great," Wade muttered, taking Xander from the guard. "Why?"
"When we released the graduation footage, someone got some from the FBI
that showed even more of the battle." Xander winced and hissed.
Wade looked at him. "Your doing?" he guessed.
"Yeah. I wanted them to see that the kids actually fought and died
for their family's safety," he said quietly, sitting down. "The
stuff you released was kitten chow compared to the real thing,
Wade. I had the full footage, I had picked up a fallen video
camera after the battle and put into a safety deposit box. I had
it sent to the same people."
Wade looked that up, shuddering. "I apparently only found the edited footage."
Xander nodded. "The FBI did to edit out the deaths since they
couldn't do a report on it. The edited footage went into the
report." He pointed. "He used to play tag with Jesse and I
in middle school when we were bored. That was before he found
Wade nodded, making a call to the reporter about that. Then they
evacuated the vulnerable Xander. "How did they know you were
"I think since I used your source it linked me to you?" Xander guessed.
"Probably. Which isn't a bad link." He got them into the
limo in the garage then they left for the airport. "Think you can
do it undrugged this time?" he asked.
"Hopefully. I hate the sudden wake up at the end." He patted himself down. "The ring and stuff."
"It'll be shipped. I told Edna to ship it," Wade said
calmly. Xander relaxed and nodded. He also pulled out his
phone to text someone. "Which one?"
"Cordy." He put the phone up. "I told her it was my bad."
Wade shrugged. "It's incredibly helpful."
"Maybe Buffy will get some new backup she can hit on that's
living." The guard with them shuddered. "She was
dating Spike the last time I heard."
"Yuck," the guard muttered. Wade smirked at him. "Dead dick can't be any good."
"To hear Spike tell it, he's the best there ever was," Xander said
dryly, shifting some to get comfortable. He moved off the seat
belt and it was better. Wade was looking amused. "It was
trying to climb up my ass to join Evelyn."
"You named it?" Wade asked.
"Jesse wanted that name. It's, it was, his sister's name before
she died of drowning in the tub." Wade nodded once at that.
"I'd like to remember Tara somehow too."
"We'll see." Xander grinned. They made the trip to the
airport faster than normal. Xander stared at the stairs up to the
plane. He hesitated but Wade picked him up. "C'mon. Or
I'm drugging you again."
"I'm fine. Let me down." Wade let him down and he walked
onto the plane himself. He scowled and swatted Wade on the
arm. "I was just hesitating, not freaking out or anything.
I'm not a princess to be carried. Speaking of carried, we forgot
"He'll be shipped too."
"Fine." He sat down and got comfortable once his seatbelt was
on. Everyone else who needed to be there got on and they took
off. "Where to this time?" Xander asked Wade.
"Cool. I've only seen pictures." Wade grinned at him. "Do I have a camera?"
"Yeah, we have one somewhere I'm sure." Xander beamed at him for
that. Wade made a note to get one. If the kid wanted to play
tourist it was probably good for him to get out of the house
sometimes. He'd just be very protected by Wade himself and a few
Cordelia looked at her phone when it beeped. "My bad," she
read. She frowned. "What did you do and why did you text
me?" She looked at the tv, turning it on to see if something was
on the news. Maybe it was a misdialed text? No, there she
was fighting for her life. "I'm going to murder Xander," she
Doyle, who had been walking in carefully backed out and walked
off. He wasn't going to get in the middle of that.
Though he did turn on the tv in the apartment below the office.
Yup, there was their princess with a weapon. "No wonder she's
mad. It makes her look very butch."
Angel woke up to come out and look at the tv. "How did they get that footage? It's the uncut version."
"Cordelia was just swearing at Xander."
"Damn it," he muttered, calling Sunnydale. He got Joyce.
"Are you watching tv yet? Someone released footage of
graduation." He hung up and went back to bed. "Let me know
if there's any fallout."
"Sure." Doyle sat down to watch it. It wasn't pretty but it
was a fairly effective battle. He flinched when the high school
went up. It was necessary though.
Up in Sunnydale, Buffy and Willow were staring in horrified awe at the
footage. Buffy's mother Joyce was doing the sensible thing and
packing for them. Before the locals came after her daughter.
She nudged Buffy with the bag. "Go see your aunt. Willow,
you too." She nodded, going back to the college to pack. She
nearly packed her girlfriend but Tara got her calmed down and they
packed everything, including the cat, so they could visit somewhere
safer. They could already hear angry people ranting about the
school blowing up.
Willow decided trying that new teleporting spell she had just learned
was safer. They made it to Buffy's room, where Willow had to stun
some people to get them out of their things. They got packed too
and then they teleported to Buffy's mom's house. Joyce gave Tara
the car keys since she could drive and Buffy couldn't. Then they
fled the city. Before the lynch mob got them. Joyce followed
once she had closed the gallery and packed up everything.
Whoever had released that footage was very evil.
Angel came back to the office that night after hunting with Buffy,
Willow, and Tara following him. Angel looked a lot worse for the
wear. His clothes were torn. His hair was messed up.
He looked like he had been mobbed. Cordelia stared at him.
"Fangirls," he said quietly, going to change and get presentable
again. Maybe he'd get the time to ice his new bruises too.
The non-goth fangirls had been worse than the goth ones. A few of
the non-goth ones had tried to see if Anne Rice was right and vampires
couldn't have sex. He sent them at Spike to get that told to
them. Spike would probably turn them into minions but oh well!
Buffy looked at Cordelia. "Have you guys had any problems?"
"My agent called me growling about being in a movie he didn't know about." She sat down. "Xander released it."
"Xander's dead," Willow said.
"Xander got snatched by a M'Panni cult," Doyle corrected. "I *saw*
it, Rosenburg." Willow slumped. So did Buffy.
"What's one of those?" Tara asked quietly, looking around.
"M'Panni means heir of the demon," Doyle said dryly. "They need
blood innocents." He stared at Buffy until she whimpered.
Now she knew why they had picked her backup and friend. "He's got a
protector. He got himself free by finding a sword." He
looked at Tara, smiling at her. "C'mon, there's a bathroom so you
can freshen up." He showed it to her, making her blush.
"I'm Doyle. I'm Angel's seer," he said quietly. She grinned
and patted him on the wrist then went into the bathroom. Doyle
left. His lessons had been taught for the day. He ran into
the fangirls outside and told them how to get to Spike and the vampire
bars. They fled to do that. A few were still giving the
building cow eyes so he told them that Angel was hiding from his true
love and ex-girlfriend. It'd be days before anyone saw him.
She decided to go find Spike and get that story told to her.
Maybe Xander had a gift for chaos? With the way he had sown it, it was entirely possible.
Wade was coming down the plane's stairs when they were attacked.
He naturally opened fire on them. "Who are these stupid idiots?"
he demanded. The idiots had taken cover behind some machines and
"Watchers," Xander called from the bottom of the stairs. "They'd
like me really dead." He ducked one gunshot, then pulled one of
the guard's spares and shot the one in front of him. Then another
one Wade couldn't get due to the angle. "Okay, I'm done
now." He handed the gun back. "Wade, let's not stay
here?" He walked back up the stairs.
"I doubt they'll let us leave before the police question us," Wade said
sarcastically. Xander went down to loot one's pockets, handing the
ID to Wade, who nodded at it. Then Xander went to hide.
When the police got there, Wade held up the ID. "They were trying
to kill my boss."
One of the officers looked at the card then spit. "Evil has been
vanquished," he sneered. "I need your identities for the
forms." Wade showed him his. Xander got called out and
pulled his with a sigh. The officer crossed himself, backing
down. "I have heard of your town."
"I helped defend it few times," Xander said dryly. "The
Council hates me because I helped one of their girls continue to fight
"How?" the officer asked.
"Backup. She always has backup beyond her watcher."
The officer smiled. "We will pass it on to the one down here." Xander grinned and wrote an address. "Hers?"
"Where she's hiding in LA. The news people in the US got film of a
battle we had been in. She's hiding." The officer nodded
and left them alone. They were cleared to go. Xander sat
down. "So, where to now, Wade?"
"Which ocean do you like better?"
"I've only seen the Pacific from the beach by Sunnydale."
"Sure, Atlantic it is then." He ordered the pilot and they took off after filing the proper flight plan documents.
"I think it's great I get to see new places now. I always wanted
to travel. If my car hadn't broken down after graduation I had
plans of hitting most every state."
Wade smiled. "If we get attacked there, we're going to
London." Xander squealed and hugged him and then bounced a bit in
his chair. It was nice to see Xander happy. "Go wash your
hands. You have GSR on them." Xander went to do that.
So did the guard. Wade did his last, waiting until he was alone to
smile and shake his head. Xander was a huge goofball with a
violence problem. He really could like the kid.
Xander bounded around the new compound, looking at all the fruit
trees. He picked something from each one to try. A few he
made faces at and handed off. So Wade got lunch too. Then
they went inside to explore the house. Wade hadn't been here in
years. He needed to make sure he remembered where all the
emergency exits were. Xander was pouting by the end of the
tour. "What?" one of the guards asked, pouting too.
"There's no gym. Wade can't continue my self-defense lessons."
"We can do it in the sand garden," Wade said, smiling at him.
Xander grinned and bounded off to the kitchen to talk to this
housekeeper. He looked at the guard, who had been the one to flirt
with Xander. "Go guard the gate, make sure no one stupid tries
here." He nodded, going to do that. Wade went inside.
"Protein with dinner," he reminded the kid when he was talking about a
fruit torte. "Then sugar."
"Good boy." He walked off happier. He heard the high-pitched
giggling from the housekeeper and shook his head but he was still
smiling. Xander and she got on well. It was a good
sign. Xander bounded past Wade and headed to one of the
outbuildings. "No going near the stables when you're that hyper,"
he called after him. "You'll scare the nags."
"Oops." He looked at Wade. "I've never seen horses."
"We can go look. Just calm down. They'll get scared and hurt
themselves." Xander nodded. They walked that way.
Wade paused in the doorway with the kid. He could hear a horse
start to frantically neigh. He looked at him. "That's bad."
"They might be able to sense the hyena?" he guessed. He moved
closer to the panicking one. "Calm down. I'm a people.
Really. See, no fur." It was still looking and acting
panicked so he opened the door. It was kicking it, it seemed like
the thing to do. It ran outside to pant in the sun. Xander
moved to the doorway. "Are you all right now?" He carefully
Wade made him stop. He went to get the horse by the halter
and bring her back. Xander let her sniff him and petted where Wade
pointed. It calmed the horse down and she finally accepted he was
a human who could pet and spoil her instead of a creature that would
hunt her down as prey. Wade let him pet her while he checked on
his usual mount. Since Xander seemed to like the horses maybe
they'd get some riding time in. His usual mount was happy to see
him and get an ear scratch. Max's got the same
treatment. She was getting old. He came out to find Xander
cuddling the horse. "They can't really hug back," Wade said.
"She gives a good cuddle."
"We'll see if we can ride tomorrow afternoon." Xander smiled and
nodded. He let the horse be put back into her stall. Xander
generously gave each of the horses a sugar cube from the jug of them on
the wall. He and Wade went to check on the K-9 dogs. "No
petting," Wade warned. "Only their handlers can."
"Okay." He let them sniff him. He got a few nuzzles but the
handlers pulled them back. "Is she with puppy?" he asked, pointing
The handler smiled. "She is in whelp. Maybe one of the new
pups will make a good replacement when she retires." Xander
grinned and walked off with Wade. "Well now," he said quietly,
watching them walk off. "Max's heir and Wade? That's
different. I didn't think Wade would ever settle on anything but a
bimbo." Wade glared back at him so he smiled and waved.
Wade shook his head, following the boss to the next outbuilding to look
it over. Apparently they found a problem. Some young woman
screamed and ran out of it toward the gate. "I didn't know we had
an infestation of bimbos."
"Who let the sluts in?" Wade bellowed.
"Is that like who let the dogs out?" Xander quipped.
"With some of them, very similar." He went in to clear out the
other bimbos. "Max is dead, ladies. The new boss only likes
them dangerous and deadly."
Xander leaned in to smile and wave. "Unless you've killed at least
two people, you're too nice for me." They pouted but left.
"Sorry. If the guards want to hit on you, that's between you and
them." He waved at their backs.
"The guards got taught to ignore the skanks Max used to like," Wade
said. They walked on. A few more sluts were routed from the
pool area. Xander tested the pool and frowned at it. "It's
saltwater. That way you don't need the chemicals."
"I wonder if that would set off the mermaid taint," Xander said, staring at it.
"Let us get a clear DNA swab first," Wade said, leading him
inside. "Roque, get me a DNA kit?" One got handed
over. Xander grimaced but let Wade swab his cheek. "Send
that to the tech division."
"Sure." He glanced at Xander then left them alone. It was
cute how Wade was hovering over the kid. A bit weird but so was
Wade got them to dinner and then to bed. Xander was yawning.
Wade had drugged his last glass of water with the knock out
drops. Xander gave him a dirty look for it too but he just smiled
back. "You need your rest."
"Fine. I'll go to bed at dark like I'm a little kid." He
went to his room and snuggled in naked under the sinfully soft sheets.
Wade went to the office to call the tech people. He checked on the
security cameras. "Why is he naked?" he complained.
One of the guards leaned in. "Xander said the sheets are so soft they deserve bare skin."
"When did you ask?"
"The other day when I caught him so sleepy he was still half dressed." He grinned and disappeared.
Wade shook his head. "Only him," he muttered. The tech
people were starting to pull up reports. Including one that said
the machines wouldn't read his DNA. They'd have to do it the old
way. "That's good to know." He forwarded the report on what
probably was causing the problem. The techies groaned but dealt
with it. Wade watched the security camera. The kid was
restless tonight. He went to check on him, finding something
crawling into the bed with him. He kicked the scorpion and then
stomped on it. Xander hummed. "Scorpion."
"Native?" he mumbled.
That was a good question. "No. I have no idea where it came
from." He called that in. Xander made a grabby hand
"I don't sleep with people."
Xander pouted. "Protect me?"
"I guess." He sat down and watched. The next time a scorpion
got put in the window they caught the slut that was doing it and Wade
got to have some happy fun in the morning. Xander slept
peacefully. Wade snuck out and went to have some happy fun.
He was down to his pants. His shirt, socks, and shoes were safely
out of range of any blood spatter. The slut was begging prettily
for mercy. He heard the report that Xander was wandering
around naked, going to stop him. "Hey, no wandering around naked,"
he complained. "Where did you get that scar?"
Xander hummed and leaned against his chest. "Warm and safe," he mumbled.
Wade took him back to the bedroom and tucked him in. Xander
made grabby motions. "Let me go torture the one who tried to kill
"No, get her tomorrow." He pulled Wade down and rolled over so he
was pinned. He sighed in pleasure. "Thank you." He
snored and huffed.
Wade stared at his boss, looking worried. "How did you do that?"
One of the guards leaned in. "Need a helping hand?"
"A bit," he said dryly. The guard came over. Xander hissed
and then growled. The guard slowly moved closer. Xander came
off the bed growling and snapped at the guard. The guard decided
he was going to carefully back out. Xander lay back down with a
huff of pleasure. He snuggled in and went back to full
sleep. Wade looked down at him. "That's really weird."
Another guard leaned in, holding up the bottle of knock out drops.
Wade looked then shook his head. Another bottle got held up and
Wade nodded. When Xander started to growl, the guard tossed
the bottle and walked back out. Wade put some on his finger and
let Xander suck on it. The snoring and purring quit and the boy
fell into a deep, nearly coma-like sleep. Wade wiggled free.
Xander still pouted. "You'll see me in the morning."
He went back to his torture. It wasn't as happy anymore.
Though the slut was fun to torture he was still unsettled by the
cuddling. He hadn't cuddled since he was a child.
Xander woke up licking his lips. He scowled at the window then
around. "I'm going to break him of that drugging me habit."
The door was knocked on. "What?" he called. "I'm not
happy." The door opened and Wade walked in with a tray. "I'm
going to kick your ass for drugging me again."
"You *cuddled* and then you tried to eat a guard."
"Yay," Xander said sarcastically. "Why can't I move?"
"Not a clue. Nothing's holding you under that sheet." He put
the tray beside him. Xander tried and couldn't move. "Maybe
it's not fully off." He smirked.
Xander stared at him. "I'm still going to kick your ass."
"That's what sparring practice is for," he agreed happily.
Xander growled low in his throat and suddenly magic came at him.
Wade was now across Xander's lap and he spanked him. Wade had to
wiggle free. Xander smirked. "I'm still going to get you."
"Uh-huh." He stared down at him. "That won't happen again." Xander stared at him. "Eat brunch."
"No more drugging me."
"Clearly not since I can't move."
"That's normal. It'll come back in about an hour."
"By then, this bed will be floating. Remember, she's sitting on my bladder."
Wade winced and helped him up, walking him into the bathroom. Then
Wade fled to somewhere he could be safer and think. He hadn't
seen Xander's bad side before. He was thinking that Xander was a
lot nicer than Max. Perhaps he had to reevaluate that idea.
When he heard Xander moving around he went out to the sand garden.
Xander was still in a bad mood. He was growling. He had a
knife. "Okay, no more drugs unless they're necessary," Wade
said. Xander stared at him. "Want me to pinky swear?" he
sneered. Xander lunged. Wade disarmed him because he was
still wobbly. That meant he missed that Xander had the
taser. Wade yelped and moved away. "Damn it!"
Xander smirked. "Do. Not. Drug. Me.
*Ever*. Again," he said quietly. "I'm not your toy.
I'm not your abused pet. I'm not your kitty cat who spazzes on
trips. If you *ever* drug me again and I'm not in a somewhat
critical situation, I'll kill you." He stared at him then he
walked off. He went back to the pool and dove in.
Wade rubbed his side, watching the boy huff off. "Okay, he's got a
very dark, moody side that's somewhat sexy," he decided, following
him. He heard him dive in. "We don't have a clean DNA
profile yet," he complained. Something got thrown at him and he
ducked. "Sure, I'll lifeguard since you're still shaky." He
sat down on one of the loungers and watched Xander work his bad mood
out. He noticed that Xander was swimming under the water and not
coming up for air. He timed it. Xander clearly got a few
things from the fish DNA. He cleared his throat and stared at
Xander until he came up for air. "Thank you."
"Ask me later when we're both in better moods." Xander glared but went back to his laps.
Roque came out with the DNA report. "I thought my team was bad,"
he muttered, walking off shaking his head. Something hit him on
the back of the head. He glared at the pool. Xander stared
at him. "Problems?"
"Yup. I found out who gave him the stuff to drug me. If it
*ever* happens again, I'll find that sword I used last time."
"We have guns," Roque quipped.
"Who said you'll reach it?"
Roque pulled his. From behind he was knocked down and bitten on
the arm. "Damn it!" he shouted, struggling to turn over. A
warm growl hit his ear. He paused and looked back. The dog
there was growling and was clearly not normal since it looked like it
was on fire. "What are you?"
"I have no damn idea," Wade admitted. "Kid?"
Xander leaned on the side of the pool. "Good job, Bu." The
'dog' walked over to get petted, panting happily, tail wagging, at the
human. "Good job. Very nice job. Did Spike send
you?" The dog barked and sat down, laying down to stare at
him. "Go fetch Wade. He can run like a vampire." He
pointed. Wade got up slowly. The dog looked at him. It
got up. Wade and Roque took off running, the dog following at an
Xander went back to his laps happier. The dog was happy too with
the new playtoy. By the time the dog was tired, Roque and Wade
would not underestimate Xander ever again. Xander was in a happier
mood too. He had even gotten cookies out of the
housekeeper. "C'mon, Bu. Let's find a book to read.
I'm sure I saw the library." The dog trotted with him,
panting and barking happily at everyone they walked past.
Wade and Roque wandered into the kitchen dripping sweat. "I'll get
him back for that some day," Wade told the housekeeper. She
handed them bottles of water. Then little packets of lemonade mix
to put in them. They sipped carefully so they wouldn't get
sick. "Is that damn beast still here?"
"Headed for the library with his master." She smiled. "Did
they play with you?" Wade glared. She patted him on the
hand, handing over a second bottle and more packets.
The men went to take showers then Wade went to talk to Xander.
Roque would get killed if he tried; Xander was Wade's so he could talk
to him. Wade walked into the library with some of Xander's stash
of holy water.
"That won't work on Bu."
Wade paused then splashed Xander with it. "I was going to shoo it
off after I made sure you weren't possessed by someone stupid."
Xander looked up at him, smiling. "I warned you to never drug me again."
"You're not that good without the help."
"And yet, I still got you."
Wade glared. "This is not a game at this time."
Xander stood up, staring at him. "You're the asshole who drugged
me. I didn't think kidnaping was your sort of thing, Wade."
Wade slammed him against a wall. Xander moaned and pushed
back. Wade had a good hold and was smirking. So Xander
kicked him in the stomach, getting a grunt. His other foot hit
Wade's crotch and Wade went down. Xander slid down to stare at
him. Bu was growling. "Down," Xander ordered.
Wade stood up with a wince. "If I wasn't tired....."
Xander patted him on the arm. "I have boundaries and you crossed it," he said quietly and calmly.
"You pulled me down to cuddle!"
Xander stared at him. "Most people that wanted in my panties would
consider that a good thing," he sneered. He got up and walked off
with the dog.
"Damn it," Wade muttered, following him. He had the master key to
all the doors in the house. Xander had blocked the door somehow so
he broke the door in. "I don't cuddle."
"That's your problem. Anyone I'm fucking is probably going to get
cuddles." Xander went back to his book. When Wade walked
closer to take the book, the dog stood up and growled.
"You, sit," Wade ordered with a point in the corner. The dog barked and wagged his tail, looking happy. "What?"
"You sound like a pack matriarch," Xander said dryly. He patted
his thigh and the dog hopped up to get petted. "If I'm with
someone, I expect them to want to spend time with me, including in bed
outside of sex." He looked up at him. "I'd never fuck
someone I couldn't sleep with." Wade glared. Xander stared
back. "So that makes this your problem and you can let me know
when you've got it solved." He went back to reading.
"I can send you back to Sunnydale."
"And I can go back to kicking ass," Xander said dryly. "Spike and I
can do it. We have before. We can do it again." Wade
huffed off. Xander shrugged and went back to reading. When
he wasn't called for dinner he pulled out something from his stores of
stuff to nibble on. If things weren't better in the morning,
Xander would find a way to leave. He settled in to finish the book
with his dog.
The housekeeper walked in scowling. "You weren't at dinner."
He grinned. "No one called me so I had some jerky."
She huffed and went to get him a tray, bringing it back. "There you go. I'll send someone to fix the door."
"I can. I worked construction for about six months." She
smiled and patted him on the knee, heading back to the kitchen.
Xander finished dinner, bringing the tray back, then came back to fix
the door. Finally Xander turned off the lights and laid
down. The dog nestled in beside him and it was comfy. He
needed more physical contact.
Wade wandered around the office growling and throwing things.
Roque walked in. "He fixed the door and settled in. The
housekeeper brought him food."
Wade paused to stare at him. "It's a bad idea."
"It's not a bad idea. He seems to have good ideas." He
left. He respected the kid. He knew some drill instructors
that would've used that dog trick on someone who had pissed him off
too. The kid had his scary side, though it was nice watching Wade
figuring the kid out. Maybe if they didn't work out, he'd
introduce the kid to Clay. If Clay lived through everything.
Wade went to check the security cameras. He was confused and
pissed off. He wasn't used to anyone telling him 'no' or setting
down rules on him. He especially wasn't used to being treated like
a jackass about something like that. And really, who cuddled
anymore? That had went out in the sixties.
Wade paused to look at the door repair. It wasn't too poorly
done. He knocked politely then walked in. Xander was in
there packing. Wade took the bag and tossed it back in the closet,
handing Xander his breakfast tray. Wade left and went to get his
own then came back so they could talk in private. He had turned
off the security cameras for the room. He settled in at the
desk. "Where were you going?"
"You can't do that."
"I can. You said I could."
"I was wrong." He ate a bite.
Xander sighed but dug in. "Thank you for bringing me breakfast, Wade."
"Welcome. I thought we should probably argue away from the
guards. Before the one that likes to flirt with you gets any
ideas." He ate a bite of toast.
"He doesn't flirt with me."
"He does." He finished that triangle of toast and picked up a piece of bacon.
"Are you going to treat me better?"
Wade looked at him. "I treat you fine, kid."
"First, I'm not a child."
"You're closer than I am," Wade snorted.
Xander stared at him. "I haven't been a kid since I was very young
and started to raise myself." Wade nodded at that. "I know
I'm younger than you, but I'm not going to let myself be treated like a
naughty kid or a bad kid."
"I won't be drugged because you feel like it."
Wade called up the security footage and showed him why he had been
drugged. Xander watched while he ate. Xander finally
shrugged. "You pulled me down to *cuddle*. Which I do not
Xander looked at him. "Anyone I'm sleeping with I expect to sleep
next to. If you can't handle that then I guess I'll flirt with
Wade's eyes narrowed. "Not every couple sleeps together."
"They're not having healthy relationships. Which I also refuse to
be part of. I might fuck for fun but if I'm fucking for a
relationship, then I want to be with them, even at night. Anya
hated to cuddle too but she'd lay there and let me curl up against her."
"We'll handle that part later. You still nearly bit one of the guards."
Xander stared at him. "Who drugged me at dinner?" Wade
grimaced. "If you hadn't, I probably would've been closer to my
normal sunny personality," he said dryly. "Which means I wouldn't
have growled and went hyena on them or you. Tiny bad to huge bad.
Then you lost your fucking mind because I wanted some comfort in my
weakened state." He stared at him. "As I said, you will
*never* drug me again unless it's medically necessary."
"Fine, I can see that," Wade said calmly. "You still pulled me down to cuddle."
Xander huffed. "Yes, because I was in a weakened state and for
some reason the hyena thought you might be coming closer to being a pack
member. Which protect each other," he said, talking down to
him. "If you notice, I was acting *protective*, not just
cuddly. And again, if you hadn't drugged me during dinner, I
wouldn't have gotten to that state. So really you're responsible
for your own cuddling." He finished breakfast and went into the
bathroom. He came out and found the plates gone and the room
empty. He grabbed his bag and snuck out, heading out of the
compound. He realized one of the guards was following him and lost
him fairly quickly.
Roque kept following the kid. He was better than the average
guard. Of course, he lost the kid when he went into a demon bar
and disappeared without leaving. He called Wade to tell him that.
Xander walked out the other side of the portal and waved, heading to his
storage area. He knew Spike had put most everything there.
The rest he could move somewhere safer. He still had that hidden
bank account that Anya had never heard about. He settled in to
sort things out. He had left most of the new clothes there so he
needed his own. He also needed to handle his weapons stash.
He had some things that really needed to be liquidated so he had money
of his own.
Then maybe he'd get a car, go hunting on the sly, kill some more
demons. Until he got too tired of the life and found something
else to do. He called one of his contacts, who spluttered that he
was dead. Xander's snort was his answer back. The demon met
him at the warehouse and quickly found what he wanted among all the
cases. He paid, let Xander help him load them, then left to tell
the others that Xander wasn't dead. Though he was hiding from the
slayer for some reason. The demon bar decided it was probably a
wise idea on his part.
Three weeks later, Wade found Xander killing a few demons and shot one
for him. "Killed by lead," Xander quipped. Wade changed
clips and shot it again. This time it died. "Thanks."
He killed the last two and panted, looking around. "We're going to
be attacked again really quickly." He straightened up and stared
at Wade. "Why are you here? Are they in the way?"
"I came looking for you."
"You made your choice, Wade. I'm not bending those rules for
whatever this is." A new demon appeared with a roar so Xander
killed it. He looked at Wade again. "So why show up?"
"I thought we should finish our talk."
"You huffed off to hide in the bathroom. I was only putting the
plates back in the kitchen." He looked around then at
Xander. "Is this good for you?"
"She's protected. I can do this for a few more months." Wade
shot the next one that showed up. "Silver," he said with a grin.
"Got some in there too." He moved closer. "Can we start over?"
"You will never drug me again," Xander said firmly. "That's not negotiable."
"Even if it's for your own good?"
"Yup. Unless it's a medical necessity."
"Fine, I can agree with that. Can you get rid of the hyena?" Xander shook his head. "You sure?"
"Giles tried. She's my best friend now."
Wade nodded once. "I can understand that. Can we go somewhere less creepy than this cemetery?"
"I still have to finish killing the ones that are going to appear."
Wade huffed. "Why?"
"Because they're trying to take out an orphanage in the next town."
"I can get Buffy sent here."
"It'll be too late by the time she flies out. They've got to get them tonight."
"Okay," Wade decided. "We can handle this."
"I can do it."
"Shut up," Wade ordered, starting to scowl again. "You can't do it
on your own." Xander glared at him before walking off to take on
something that had just appeared. "Why not closer to the
"Because they can only appear here. The rest of the town is
protected." He took a swing. The demon ducked. Xander
shot it with his other hand. Another few appeared and they killed
them too. Xander sighed and wiped his forehead off. "I'm out
of shape." He walked off to get some of his water. Another
demon appeared. "Let me get a drink and I'll kill you." It
growled and tried to pounce. Wade killed it. "Thanks."
He took a few drinks and put his bottle back down. Xander
checked his phone. No message from the orphanage. That was a
Wade moved closer. "Buffy's in town talking to the orphanage staff."
"That's wonderful. I don't think anyone snuck past me. She can stay there or we can switch out."
"Switch out." He called the guard that had picked her up
earlier. They switched on the way out of the cemetery. "He
left you a mess," Wade told her.
"Gee, thanks." She looked at the mess, grimacing. "Yup,
that's a mess." She sighed and settled herself in to handle
anything that showed up. Xander had clearly done a lot of
them. She'd probably have more later. They still had six
hours to show up.
Xander and Wade cleared the orphanage. They settled in to watch to
make sure nothing got past Buffy. He and Xander would talk over
Xander looked over as one of the guards brought him coffee. "Thanks." He sipped and put it beside him.
Wade nodded his thanks for his coffee. "Anything going on out there?"
"She's gotten about ten demons." Xander nodded. "All bigger things with a lot of teeth and claws."
"They all seem to have a lot of teeth and claws," Xander said. He
sipped his coffee, nodding at one of the nuns that ran the orphanage
when she walked past. "Everyone good, Sister?"
"So far." She smiled at the others. "They look very competent."
"We are," Wade agreed. "All military trained." She patted
him on the cheek and walked past them to check on the boys' dorm.
He looked at Xander. "When does this fun event end?"
"Dawn." He finished his coffee and tossed out the paper cup.
He spotted a tiny demon sneaking their way as a bush and got up to
light a flare into it. The demon screamed and went up in a plume
of fire. "No coming near children." He sat back down.
The demon died and went to ashes.
Wade shook his head. "This is insane."
"No, this is kinda normal in my life," Xander admitted.
"If you're sure."
"Pretty much," Wade quipped bitterly. A few more demons got shot,
but they were nice enough to use a silencer. Finally it was sun up
and they could relax their guards. A few more demons tried to
rush but Xander got them. Wade grabbed Xander's arm.
"Next town? This one will be freaked out for a few days." He got free and headed for his car.
Wade stared. "Sure, we can follow you." He motioned the
guards to follow. He got into the back of the car. They
followed his boyfriend to the next town's motel. It had a small
restaurant. Wade was starting to hear banjos with the way everyone
was staring at them. Xander smiled and waved at the cook, who
grinned and waved back. He sat down. Wade sat across from
him, looking like he was casually sprawled instead of on alert and
Xander stared at him. "Relax. No one here's going to eat you."
"No dog?" he quipped.
"No, he's back in Sunnydale helping Spike patrol." He smiled at
his automatic glass of soda. "Thank you, Marybeth. Can you
get Wade some coffee?"
"Sure, sweetie." She went to get the other boys' drink
orders. She stared at one. "No beer before noon. It's
"Coffee then please, ma'am."
"I can do that." She went to make a fresh pot. She got them menus and let them talk.
Xander looked at Wade. "So, you got your first night of the idiotic part of hunting. How did you like it?"
"I didn't really." He sipped his coffee when it came. "Two
eggs, over easy, really soft middles, toast, jam, and bacon," he
requested when the waitress paused beside the table.
Xander grinned. "Pancakes just like yesterday? They were really fluffy and good."
"Sure, sweetie." She winked and walked over to the other table.
Xander looked at Wade. "So."
Wade waited until they got fed and the waitress walked off. "No
more of what we talked about unless it's necessary. No more
"And you'll quit bitching if I get huggy?" he asked, eating a bite of pancake.
"I don't really like it but we'll see." He glanced around.
Xander grinned. "Her brother is very sweet and wanted to help me
clean my guns. He was making his boyfriend jealous."
Wade relaxed more, nodding. "Fine. If you have to get huggy I'll let you hug Roque or someone."
"I'd have to handcuff Roque to hug him. And I'm sorry, but that whole 'being with me' thing still stands."
"If it comes to that, we'll talk about it," Wade decided. "Are you coming back? Even Max's head is fussing."
"Fine," Xander said after eating a bite. "As long as things get better."
"We can do that." Wade finished relaxing and his breakfast. He even paid. "The rest of your stuff?"
"I have a few shirts drying at the motel." He led the way to his
room, gathering his few things. He packed them into the car.
Wade took the bags to put in theirs. "Weapons," Xander
complained, going back for them. The guards all looked at how he
had concealed them but Wade got them into the other car and the
bags. They searched the car for Xander while Wade got him into the
back. Wade looked up then climbed in. Xander looked at
him. "You're serious?" he asked quietly. "No more drugging
me without a really necessary cause?"
"Never again," Wade agreed. "But if you freeze during an important moment I'm having one of the guards carry you off."
"Fine. If they can heft my fat ass then fine." Wade smirked at him. "Where are the other two going to sit?"
"One can drive your car to the nearest dealership and then join us in a
cab." Xander huffed. "We have plenty of cars and that's a
piece of crap."
"He needs to check under the flap for the money stash," Xander
said. Wade called that to one of them. They found it and
handed it to Xander. "Thank you."
Wade looked at the bundle. "What did you sell?"
"A few things I hope I won't need anytime soon." He tucked it into his pocket.
"We probably could've gotten you a better price." Xander
shrugged. "We'll help you invest it for the next time you decide
you need a hunting vacation." He shifted. The driving guard
got in. The other two took Xander's car to finish the search and
then sell for him. "We're going back to the islands."
"Okay. I liked that house."
"Good." He smiled. "How is your stomach?"
"I'm fine. No morning sickness."
"Good." They drove to the airport. He helped Xander onto the
plane. Their bags got put in for them. No one challenged
them for their passports. They got to leave on time and without
problem. By the time they got back to the island compound, Xander
was half asleep against Wade's arm. Wade let him because he didn't
want to start another fight already. There was no telling where
Xander would go this time. Or how many demons he'd have to kill to
lose his bad mood. They walked in and Wade let one of the guards
guide Xander to his bed. He stared at Roque. "Don't lose him
"Like I expected him to use a demon portal?" Roque complained.
"Well, expect anything. He's slippery when he wants to be."
He checked on things then went to make sure Xander stayed asleep.
Wade didn't want to admit that Xander leaving had caused a fairly
strange feeling in his chest. He hadn't liked that feeling.
He didn't want him to do it again. If he had to cuddle to make
sure it didn't happen again, he guessed he could do that. Very
rarely but sometimes.
Xander looked up from his sparring practice with Roque when someone
screamed. He took off jogging, one hand on his expanding
stomach. He found one of the guards on the ground, holding a
bite. "Get me a knife," he ordered calmly. Roque handed one
over. He cut the head of the thing biting him. "Salt water
or saline." Some got tossed to him. It removed the head so
he could check the wound. "Let's clean it." He looked
around. "Medical kit?"
"ER? Yes there's one within a mile," Wade said. He
pointed. Two of the guards picked him up. Another took the
thing that had bitten to the car so the ER could identify it. Wade
helped Xander up. "Quick thinking."
"I learned how to do some of the field medic stuff for the group when
Giles got overloaded. Or Willow since she used her mom's books to
"I'll get you some updated books on that," Wade said, smiling at
him. Xander grinned. "Roque, how was his self-defense?"
"Not bad. Not great. He's slow. He's still guarding
his abdomen." He stared at the kid. Then at Wade.
"It's kind of clear why. He should be sticking to yoga." He
"I'm fine," Xander complained.
"We'll check," Wade said. "There's recommendations on that
topic." He walked him off to the office to look that up. It
was the only way Xander would let him hold the reasonable
restrictions. "How far along are you? Four months?"
Wade nodded. That played well into his plans. Xander was in
that happy second trimester spot. Pretty soon he'd need
some...help with things. "It looks like you should probably slow
down. No jogging. No violent actions. Yoga seems to be
"I don't really like yoga."
"So maybe some tai chi. It's more martial arts style movement than stretching."
"I might try that. Do we have any tapes?"
"A few of the guards do it each morning. I'll have one teach you."
"I can ask."
"Most of them would do it for you anyway," Wade said dryly. He looked him over. "How are you handling things?"
"Some friends of Anya." Wade growled. "The vibrating type,"
he said dryly. "Anya was a toy girl." He smiled.
"They can hurt you if you use them wrong."
"I never get enough time to use them wrong." He shrugged and stood
up. "Let me go ask to be taught that." He strolled
off. He walked into the guards' ready room. "Guys, can one
of you teach me tai chi since I'm no longer allowed in self-defense
"Sure, Xander," one said with a smile. "Maybe it'll help your balance issue."
"Not for a few months probably but maybe." He shrugged.
"Thanks." He grinned. "Tomorrow?" The other guy
nodded. "See you after breakfast." He walked back to the
office. "Wade, where did you put my reading books?"
"In your sitting area."
"Okay." He went to look them over. He took one out to the
pool. He decided to do some laps then he'd read in the sun.
Even if it made him feel like a bimbo, it was a good afternoon off.
Wade came out to sit with him. "You're definitely showing."
"I got told I was off balance."
"Sometimes but I'm told that's normal." He watched how Xander was
moving. He was almost wiggly. Yeah, his plans could go
forward from here. When Xander got out to read in the sun, Wade
got them some tea. Xander grinned and went back to reading.
Xander looked up as someone knocked on his door. "What's up?" he
called. Wade let himself in. He noticed Wade locked the
door. "Big problem?"
"No. Thought you'd like some company that doesn't hum."
Xander blushed. Wade smirked. "I'm uptight today." He
took off his shirt. Xander was staring. He made it a good
show, making sure his muscles all rippled as he flexed them. He
toed off his house shoes. He wasn't about to struggle with
anything so he had changed clothes to come in here and make his
proposition. He moved closer. Xander put his book aside
without the book mark. Wade plucked it off the sheet and put it on
top of the book before undoing his beltline button. Xander was
clearly watching so he eased down the zipper. The pants came off.
"Commando all day?" Xander quipped, then licked his lips.
"No, just in the last few."
"I thought you were taught to fight naked," Xander teased with a grin.
"Then I was taught to put on boxers and a t-shirt to make sure I was
less vulnerable." He moved closer. Xander moved the sheet,
showing he was naked like usual. Wade climbed into the bed.
"These are softer than mine."
"They're worthy of naked skin." Xander took a kiss. "Are you sure?"
"Yes." He took control. Xander had said he didn't like to do
the leading. That worked very well with Wade's agenda for the
next few nights. He made Xander lay back while he explored him. He
removed the camouflage shield over the tiny little bump. It left
Xander totally naked. Xander was letting out breathy moans.
He was liking the stroking and teasing. Wade was enjoying it
too. He found the lube he had brought in. Xander got a bit
of nibbling on a nipple while Wade opened the tube and squirted some
out. Two fingers went into Xander's ass, making him arch up.
"Easy. Let me handle it." Wade moved quickly, slicking
himself up. He slid in quick and hard. Xander hissed and
stiffened. "Too fast? Not slick enough?"
"You're only the fourth one up there," Xander panted. Wade pulled
out a bit and added more lubricant. He eased back in more
slowly. Xander relaxed. Wade shifted them so Xander was on
his stomach. "No, can't," Xander said, struggling to get
free. Wade shifted them onto their sides. Xander
relaxed. "Sorry, squishing the lump."
"We can handle that." He shifted Xander onto his knees then pushed
his head and shoulders down, holding down his hands. It was
nicely submissive for Wade's tastes and made sure Xander was more
comfortable. It gave Wade great traction to ride him hard and
Xander shifted some. "Wade, my prostate is to the right and a bit
higher up. It's waving 'here I am' for you," he complained.
Wade shifted and hit it. Xander squealed. "There it is!"
Wade smirked. "Good to know." He hit it on most every
stroke. Xander finally squeaked and came. Wade slowed down,
stroking him through it.
"Wade," Xander said, trying to wiggle.
"Sensitive?" Wade teased.
"Good." He went back to riding him. The extra sensitivity
made it almost a torture for the boy a few minutes. Xander got to
get happy and go over again. Wade let him and then went back to
riding him hard and fast. It was good for both of them. He
pulled Xander up and flipped him over suddenly then slammed back in and
rode him hard, staring down at him, still holding his hands in place on
the pillows. Xander was thrashing now. "Bad position?" he
taunted with an evil smirk.
"No, I'm starting to feel like Anya!" Xander complained. He
wiggled his hips. "Left?" he begged. Wade shifted and found
his prostate again. "That's it!" he panted. He was making
pretty begging noises. Wade was clearly enjoying it. Xander
finally came again and Wade let himself follow. Xander panted,
trying to catch his breath. "Damn."
"Often," Wade agreed. "There's a good thing about the second
trimester. You get three full months of neediness." Xander
nodded, shifting some. Wade got up to get a washcloth. The
boy was pouting but Wade came back with it and cleaned him up, getting a
few moans of pain. "Sore?"
"Tiny bit. It's not a real often thing."
"Then we'll work on that stamina too." He put on his t-shirt and
the boxers that were in his pocket. Xander pouted. "I can't
"Sleep in here?"
"I can do that," he decided. The first time was supposed to be a
bit special. He curled up on his side, facing the door like
usual. His pistol and knife went under the pillow with one hand on
them. Xander snuggled against his back and got comfortable.
Even if one arm did make its way over Wade's waist, he was all right
with that for the moment. Xander was huffing and purring within
minutes. Wade moved the arm slightly. Xander retaliated by
putting a foot over Wade's legs. "No." He moved it and
shifted some. Xander curled back against his back but quit being
so clingy. It was comforting to fall asleep with Xander nestled
against his back. It was a lot different than the bimbo patrol he
always kicked out of his bed. They didn't purr at his back but
they also tried to get him to knock them up. He couldn't do that
with Xander already pregnant. No matter how good it was, there was
carefree sex helping Xander cure his prenatal itch.
Xander showed up at breakfast the next morning blushing. Wade smirked. "Morning," Xander said.
"Morning, Xander." Wade handed down the toast. Xander nodded
his thanks, getting a few pieces. "What's on your agenda today?"
"My first tai chi lesson." He nibbled. "Then maybe some more pool time?"
"I was thinking maybe letting you learn how to ride the horses," Wade offered.
"I might be a bit sore for that."
Wade smirked. "We can cure that." Xander blushed brighter
and it was...almost cute on him. "Eat. You need to keep up
your strength. I've got to talk to our tech people."
"We need to get them ready to make stuff for the vision I had last
night." Wade dropped his toast, staring him down. "I saw an
"There's no way in hell you'll be there," Wade said.
"I'll be a few months post birth," Xander said quietly. "So we can
be out of the house for ...whatever you had planned." He held his
"I won't let it go on that long," Wade assured him. Xander nodded, swallowing some of his soda. "Invasion?"
"Open portal, vomit demons. Downtown LA. All we have is Buffy's team and the LA team."
"So we'd need help," Wade agreed.
"Anything like a world ending emergency I have to help with," Xander said quietly. "I can be back in shape by then."
"We can work on that plan," Wade agreed. "Find out more about
it." Xander handed down his notes. He read it over, nodding
slowly. "We'll verify what we can." Xander nodded, finishing
up. "Eat some meat or eggs too."
"Then I fart."
"Yay. Eat some bacon at least." Xander nodded, eating a few
pieces on his way to the sand garden and practice area. Wade took
the notes to get their best researchers onto the problem. He went
to the sun room to watch Xander's first practice. He had an idea
of what to do about the evil baby Xander was carrying. He could
handle it since Xander couldn't. Xander would never be that cold.
That night, Xander found himself slammed against his bedroom wall as he
came out of his shower. Wade lifted him slightly and used his knee
to hold him while he slid an ampule of lube into Xander's ass and
popped it in there. Xander groaned. Wade bit him on the
shoulder as he moved closer. "Deep breath," Wade said in his ear,
earning a shiver. He slid in slowly and carefully. Xander
was whimpering by the time he bottomed out. "Comfortable?" he
asked. He slid out then back in harder and harder until Xander was
thumping the wall with his feet and making those beautiful begging
noises. Xander finally came and Wade bit him again, looking
smug. "Let's get you onto a softer surface."
Xander groaned as he was let down. His legs were weak and shaking. "Some day I'm going to do that to you."
"Sure, if you think so," Wade said with a smirk. He tossed Xander
onto the bed. Wade looked him over. "Pick a position for a
long, heavy ride." Xander shivered, shifting onto his back.
"You sure?" Xander nodded. "Okay." He climbed back on
top and slid in. It was a good, solid, long, hard ride. Push
and pull, and wiggle by Xander trying to get him deeper and back.
Push, pull, wiggle. Push, pull, wiggle, moan, begging and
thrashing. Push, pull, wiggle, moaning and thrashing, and then
spurting in a plume. Wade licked a drop of it.
"Tasty." He went back to his hard ride. Xander was still
sensitive but it was doing good for his stamina. Finally Xander
shrieked and went stiff. Wade smirked as he let himself go
over. Xander came and came until he went limp. Wade
licked it off, letting Xander pant and calm down. "Better?"
Xander nodded, hugging him and kissing him. Wade could appreciate
that. "We should clean up."
"If I'm messy it's your fault. You should be proud."
"I am but I know it'll become glue."
Xander shrugged. "You can't move. I'm comfy." Wade
snorted but let Xander hold on until he fell asleep. Then Wade got
the warm washcloth and cleaned them both up. Wade put back on his
t-shirt and boxers, curling back beside his very clingy
boyfriend. Xander curled up against his back again and after a few
aborted and thwarted attempts, he just cuddled there instead of trying
to turn Wade into a pillow. Maybe Wade would reward him in the
morning by riding him even harder. Xander seemed to like it hard
and heavy. It made them a good match.
When he was about seven months along, there was an attack on the house
they were in. Wade had handcuffed Xander to the bed so he ran off
to handle it, leaving Xander there. Xander struggled and finally
got free, heading out to help. He threw on a robe, grabbed his
guns and a few knives. He walked out into the aftermath.
"What the fuck?" he demanded. One of the people on the floor
"They attacked. They want to kill Max."
Xander walked off, grabbing the head. It complained that he was
pulling his hair but yay. Xander kicked one of the guys on the
floor on the knee. "Him?"
"You kept his head?" he demanded, glaring at Wade. "You suck fuck."
Xander shook the head. "Hey!" Max complained. "Easy on the hair! It might not grow back."
"That's freaky and so wrong," the team leader complained.
"Yeah, well, that was his shit," Xander said, dropping it on his
lap. "That's about all he's good for now though. That and
vile ideas that I've objected to out of hand." He looked at
Wade. "Get the team's doctor."
"What?" Wade demanded.
Xander hit him on the arm. "The fucking team doctor, Wade.
Now!" Wade grumbled but called. "Sorry. How and why
did you get involved in Max's idiocy?"
"He set us up," one of the team said, glaring at the guard.
Xander groaned. That guard was now growling and fingering his
knives. "Roque!" he snapped, making him flinch. "Down,
puppy, sit!" Roque backed down, looking scared. "Find them a
*room* that they can rest and heal in." Wade walked him
"That's my job."
"Why didn't you fix the loose ends?" he asked.
"I didn't think it was necessary. They were solving some things for us."
"Yay! How many others are there?"
"Two, three. I think we have one of the others in custody."
Xander punched him, knocking him down. "Is this a mood swing?" he
"No, this is a 'you fucking moron' speech in sign language," Xander said
dryly. "If you had cleaned it up after Max was mostly killed,
then we wouldn't have been attacked and we could've called on their help
in LA in a few months." He walked off. "Doc?"
"Not here yet," one of the guards said.
Xander found his cellphone and called. "I know I owe you, I need a
major favor. Someone Max fucked over is injured. One looks
like he may have some glass in his eye."
"His glasses fractured," one of the team said. "Don't touch him."
Xander looked at him. "I don't play like Max, guys. I refuse
to become that sort of psychopath." He took the shield off his
stomach. They all stared at the wiggling bundle. "Roque,
"There's an open suite or one of the torture rooms. That seems
suitable." Xander smacked him. "I'm not yours," he growled.
"Make fucking amends, jackass! You've known for how long that Max was dead?"
"No I'm not and some day I'll undo all the warping you've done to my
staff, young man," Max's head said. He stared. "You're
really far along." Xander punted him. "Ow! Be
careful! You nearly broke my nose."
"Wade, send the head out to the dogs please." He helped the team
up and to the suite. "Here, sit," he ordered the injured
one. "There's a bench behind you." The guy nodded. His
healer was let in. "Here, Doc. Thank you."
She nodded, patting his stomach. "She seems active today."
"She was getting happy too until these guys rushed in to get Max even though he's dead."
"Wonderful." She checked the more minor injuries. She saved
the worst one for last. "I need some saline solution. A
lot. I need to do an eye wash." Xander called out for
it. A few bottles came in. "I might need more."
"One of the guards is running out, Doctor Henders."
"Thank you. Xander, be my nurse please."
"Of course." He held the basin, helping her remove the glass and
dust from the poor guy's eyes. She added some of her healing gift
and then bandaged them. "How often?"
"Eye wash twice a day every day for a week," she said, looking
around. The others nodded. "If he feels more grit I'll be
back in three days to check it. Keep them bandaged between.
His eyes should heal fine."
"Three shards?" the team leader asked.
"Four. One was fractured and had to be pulled out
separately. I've added a touch of my healing gift to it. He
should heal just fine but maybe need to change his prescription."
They nodded. Xander handed off the stuff, letting a guard put it
aside. She looked at Xander. "She's not happy."
"I'm pissed no one thought to stop the supposed loose ends since we all
but killed Max," he told her. "We should have." He looked at
the team. "I have no idea why Roque didn't tell you or why Wade
didn't end the loose ends. You guys aren't loose ends." He
rubbed his forehead.
The healer touched his stomach. "Blood pressure down," she said quietly.
"I will. Let me go chew on someone and then I'll meditate."
She smiled and nodded, leaving them alone. "We'll deal with things
in the morning, people. For now, rest. I'll make Roque do
something else tonight." He left, walking out into the shouting
match. "ENOUGH!" Everyone flinched. He stared, hands
on his hips. "I've had fucking enough! We're coming up on a
fucking apocalypse battle in five damn months! We have to get
ready for that! We have all sorts of other shit coming up before
then! Including dealing with the stupid law firm for Hell. I
don't believe in loose ends. We don't act like Max anymore.
I'll be damned if I'm going to sacrifice any military unit that might
actually be helpful to have on hand in those five months in LA just for
shits and giggles. Wade, the other loose ends?"
"One's captured and waiting on my special talents. One's still
loose." Xander glared, starting to tap a foot. "You know,
when you do that, you remind me a little bit of your friends."
Xander punched him again. Wade rubbed his sore jaw. "You
"No, I don't!" Wade backed down. He looked around.
"Roque, you had better get on your fucking knees. You knew damn
well it's been over with and you let them keep going. Some
teammate you are." He sneered at the older guy then at the
others. "That other team?"
"Healthy," one said. "So far." He glanced at Wade.
"Did you break the bed?" Wade asked. Xander glared at him
again. "Just wondering if you're going to be fixing it tomorrow."
"You know what? It won't matter." He walked off. "What was this over?"
"Those green bombs," Roque said.
Xander snorted. "Pussy weapons compared to some I got from some
demon contacts, people. Beyond that, not starting a war for the
US. We're already in one!" He waved a hand. "Let me go
calm down my damn blood pressure before I have to see someone
"You haven't had any prenatal treatment?" Roque demanded, glaring at Wade. "You know better than that!"
"Not yours," Xander quipped bitterly. "Though I'm wondering if you're better at it."
"Of course I am."
"No way in hell will you find out. I'll kill him and you first."
Xander looked at them. "Do you really want to watch the cocoon of
me for a few months?" Wade shuddered. "Good!" he said with
mock cheer. "Then let's fix this shit that we left hanging off our
tails. Now!" he snapped. The guards ran to do his
bidding. Xander went to meditate on his blood pressure.
Wade growled. "Fine," he said. "Fix the loose ends. We
can undo the last plot of Max." Everyone nodded. "Let me go
talk to him."
"Let his blood pressure go down first," one of the guards ordered.
Wade glared at him so he backed down. "His blood pressure going
too high is bad for him. It can kill him."
"Only she can kill him." He stomped off. "Find him an OB."
"I've already narrowed the list down to three," he quipped.
"Background checks are done." He walked off to get that
folder. He patted Roque on the arm. "We all joined Max's
team because of similar things. I'm just glad Xander's more sane
and he fucks Wade into more sanity too."
"What weapons did he get from demons?" Roque demanded.
"No clue. It's probably in that room that we're not allowed in."
"My personal armory is in LA waiting on things," Xander called from the solarium. "Hush."
"Yes, Xander." They backed off. Roque waited outside his
team's door. He had some ass kissing to do. They'd never
take him back but he did have to mend that fence. Or else there'd
be a fight to the death and with what they had seen about the invasion
coming up, they would need a team like the Losers. Then again,
sometimes Xander was a lot like a whole team of Losers all by himself,
without the hacking because he couldn't. Yet probably. He
was sure Wade would have him taught sometime.
Wade walked into Xander's room in the morning. "You're seeing
someone today." He put the three files down. "Pick one."
Xander looked at him. "You're kidnaping a doctor for me?"
"I can if we must."
"Why don't we call one of the demon healers in LA? They'd know
about her peculiar nature. They might even be able to teleport her
"That could help. How would I find one?"
"I can do that." He stared at him. "Remember, I'm in charge," he said quietly.
Xander smiled and got up, handing him a file he had in his
briefcase. Wade read it and went absolutely colorless. He
was wobbling like he might pass out. "I can find better than
that. We may rule together, because I have contacts you never
will, but I don't want any more of Max's bullshit endangering my
life. Can we agree on that?"
Wade carefully closed the folder. "I can. Where is this?"
"LA. Ready for the invasion. We can send it into the portal and set it off."
"Yeah, we can probably do that. It might be too large though."
"It's backpack sized."
"Not in that manner. It might eat more area."
"Huh. Well, if someone can soften it some, okay. Or we can
send that directly over there. That should close the portal from
"I can start planning that action." Xander pointed up the
hallway. "They're a good choice to help with the invasion.
You're still going to be too sore."
"Yay. It's my duty to be at the serious apocalypse battles,
Wade. I'll be a few months post-delivery. Find me a costume
so no one realizes I'm me if you want. As long as it doesn't
hinder my movement or view." Wade nodded, walking off with the
folder. "Thank you."
"Welcome." He handed Roque that file. "Figure out how to
soften it. He wants to send it through the portal to close it from
"Okay." He looked it over and had to sit down. "He found what?" he demanded.
"It's in LA. Send people to guard them." Roque nodded,
taking a few of the guards with him. "Send back one of the demonic
"I can ask that dead penis guy to find him one," Roque agreed.
"Did you apologize?" Xander called.
"No." He slammed his room door.
Xander grimaced. "Fine, I'll work on that later. Or I'll
make him babysit the evil bitch I'm having." He stomped off into
the kitchen. The cook knew he was on dietary restrictions and gave
him an apple. He gave her a quick hug. "Thank you."
He walked off eating it.
"Go do your meditation, Xander. Your blood pressure is obviously
up," the housekeeper yelled after him. Wade walked up behind
Xander and clipped the automatic blood pressure cuff on him, scowling at
the results. "See! Even he's worried."
Xander nodded. "That's where I'm going. Really." He waved as he disappeared up the hallway.
Wade pointed at one of the guards then at Xander's back, getting a nod
and that guard following him. He went to check on the team,
letting the housekeeper in to give them breakfast. "Xander is
adamant that you're useful."
Pooch sneered. "Your boyfriend mad at you?"
"He's the one that took out Max." Pooch piped down. "He was
escaping the people that knocked him up and got him too." He
looked around. "Roque just headed to LA. Xander is insistent
that he's apologizing, even though we both know you'd never accept
it. He's a bit hormonal right now."
"Sixth month?" the one with the bandages asked.
"Seventh," Wade complained. "Two more months and we'll have some
sanity." He left them alone. "He might visit later."
He closed and locked the doors. Wade went to the office, where
Max's head was complaining at someone on the phone. Wade hung up
on him and walked the head down to the dungeons. He dropped the
head on a naked captive's crotch. "That's all he's good for right
now beyond pissing off the new boss." He walked off. He
didn't need Max's stress on top of Xander's.
The captive looked at the head. "That's really weird." But
it was handy and he was down here because he had applied but they had
found out he was an unacceptable version of a pervert. So a
head.... a new and interesting kink he could try. Max complained
until his mouth was stuffed. "No suction, that sucks." It
was still nice enough.
Wade called everyone. "All right, what plans has Xander made for
the invasion? Apparently he's been making some and not telling the
rest of us until we got invaded by a loose end of Max's."
"Is he all alright?" one of the techies asked. Someone on his end
complained. "I like Xander. He sent me candy for my
"It's good you guys still get along," Wade said patiently. "What other plans has he made, Andrew?"
"Oh! He's got tons of plans. Including a battle plan he sent
to Angel through us and gathering some weapons in a place that even the
local agents can't hear of."
"I saw one of those today. What else did he gather?"
"He'd never tell me all those. I'm a computer geek, not a weapons geek."
"Fine," Wade said, starting to lose his temper. "I want the full
file on whatever he's been working on. Everything on every
plan." They got emailed. "Thank you!" He hung up with a
stab of the button and settled in to look over the things Xander had
done behind his back. Which turned out to be good things for their
group. "He really can plan," Wade said, looking amused. He
heard feet running. "What happened?" he yelled.
"One of the other lieutenants attacked Xander and Xander stabbed him,"
someone shouted back. Wade hurried to fix that. Before
Xander took out more people.
"Yes, bitch, I'm pregnant. Duh! Almost everyone else figured
that out last month!" He huffed. "I was being calm and
happy until he decided to try to attack me, Wade."
"I know. Why don't you go get some chocolate."
"I can't have any until my blood pressure comes down." He stomped
off anyway. Someone else came at him with a knife so he put all
the self-defense lessons to good use and broke the guy's knife hand, and
arm, and then a few ribs when he kicked him. "Anyone else?" he
called. "Last chance to try me before I find a gun!" A few
more came running at him but they were moving him to the kitchen, where
he was safer. "I can beat their asses."
"Why?" one of the guards quipped. "That's my job, Xander.
I'll never get a bonus to buy my sweetheart something nice if you keep
taking my job."
Xander sniffled and hugged him. "Girls like jewelry, even if it's not the special ring."
"I've got my eye on *the* ring." He grinned. Xander grinned
back. "Can he have some chocolate?" The housekeeper got them
some chocolate chip muffins. "Thanks." They all calmed down
until Wade came stomping in. "Another one?" the guard demanded.
"No," he growled. He helped Xander up. "C'mon, let's see if
we can work on that mood swing before you cry on someone after you beat
them to death."
"Why would I cry on someone I beat to death? I'm more likely to
cry on someone who does sweet and mushy stuff. These two do very
good boyfriend mushy stuff."
Wade glared at them but they smiled back. "I'll take some pointers later," he told Xander as he walked him off.
"Greg needs a bonus so he can buy his girl a ring before the invasion."
"If he's due one I'll make sure he gets one," Wade said patiently. He got Xander into his room and took him to the shower.
"I'm not sweaty."
"I was going to have you in the shower."
"Oh!" He grinned and stripped off then grabbed the lube.
"Get me really slick and give me a backrub at the same time?"
"I might be able to manage that." It was good stress relief for
both of them. So when Xander nicely spread out like he was being
frisked against the shower wall, all Wade could do was prepare his boy
and then take him hard and maybe be nice enough to work on his shoulders
Up the hall, the other guards were all smiling at the happy
noises. "It's good that Wade can cure mood swings," one
quipped. "And that Xander can calm him down." They others
all nodded. "Did you notice Xander left them living?"
"They can sacrifice their lives in LA," the head guard said.
"Xander's orders." The others all nodded. "Should we worry
about anyone else?"
"Only if his former friends find him," the one that followed Xander when
he was hunting without Wade said. "They're a bit pissed at him."
"Good." The head guard nodded. "Check on everyone. I haven't heard Max complaining recently."
"He's in the dungeon with the pervert being useful." That got a few grimaces but they would handle it somehow.
Xander came out for dinner, finding the 'loose ends' teams had been let
go from their rooms. "Hey, guys." He saw the complaining
head whining about all his plans going to hell. "Max, shut up
before I find a cactus to use as a head stand for you." That shut
the head up. Xander was more than mean enough to do that.
Xander sat down in his spot, then got up and found his butt
pillow. Then he sat down once it was down. He sighed and
smiled. "Sorry, sore butt."
"We heard," one of the guards quipped.
Xander looked at him. "Not from that. The baby wanted
cheese. Wade was sweet enough to give up his nap to get us
cheese." He smiled.
"I can't imagine Wade being *nice* but if he does it for you, good for you on taming him," the other team leader said.
Clay nodded. "Ditto."
Xander grinned. "He's been very good and barely freaks out at anything going on. Even when we have demons show up."
Wade walked in. "Your healer will be up tomorrow." He sat
down, looking at his boyfriend. "Then we'll talk about how you
haven't seen anyone until now."
"It's not like anything will harm her."
"Maybe," Wade said. "It could still kill *you*."
Xander sniffled. "Quit making me feel mushy, Wade. You said I can't do that anymore in public."
"That was because you nearly cried at a pile of kittens in a basket,"
Wade reminded him. "Not exactly the macho stereotype there."
"I look hot with artillery, swords, or guns. That's all the macho cred I need." Xander grinned.
"If that was the case, we'd all be macho studs," Jensen said.
"I'm sure you are in your own way," Wade said, trying to stay
diplomatic. He would skin whoever let them out later. Maybe
literally so he could survive the next two months of mood swings.
Xander smiled at him. "At least it's not one that carries for
years," he mouthed. "Or the shorter ones since they tend to kill
"Yeah, that's a good thing." He sipped his wine. "Helga?" he
called. Xander and a few of the others stood up as she came in
with the rolling tray for large dinners. Xander helped her put
bowls on the table.
"Sit," Wade ordered. "You're not to lift."
"I know. I hate feeling helpless."
"You're not helpless. I did a lot of your self-defense training
myself," Wade reminded him. Xander grinned. That's when Wade
knew he was not only getting laid tonight, it was going to be a
marathon session. He'd have seconds on dinner and dessert to bulk
up for it.
The rest of the table went to small talk until they all had food, and
the housekeeper was back in the kitchen. "So, invasion?" Clay
Xander nodded, getting up to get the notes he had made. He brought
them back and handed them over. "Five months. LA.
Vomiting of the plane."
"We're still getting that law firm first," Wade said, growling but looking happy about it.
Xander smiled. "Oooh, is that like a dowry or a bride price?" he
teased. "Greg could use some of that with his girlfriend."
Wade stared at him. "If you want a ring that badly, we can go to
that shop in LA that said they'd do the pretty piercings for you."
"I'm not really into piercings. Maybe a necklace?"
Wade smirked. "I already got your birthday present, Xander."
"Okay." He grinned and wiggled, then dug into his food.
"Eat, guys. Please. Helga's a great cook and I feel like I'm
turning into a cow when I eat alone." They all dug in, passing
around the notes.
Clay cleared his throat. "What sort of backup will we have... what was your name?"
"Xander. We'll have the LA team, we'll have Buffy's team from Sunnydale. We may have a few random hunters."
"So we could really use all the help we can get," Pooch said.
Xander nodded, stuffing his mouth with some of the nice veal
steak. "We'll see what we can pull up. Are you keeping us
Xander shook his head. "No. Wade?"
"I'd rather." He stuffed his mouth. He and Xander shared a look. Xander clearly had his reasons. "Why?"
"Everyone should have a moment to say goodbye before an apocalypse
battle. Apocalypse sex is always the best sex." He grinned
and ate some of the vegetables.
"I guess," Wade admitted. "Though, second trimester sex....." Xander blushed and ducked his head.
"We could probably prep more people to be aware that they might be
needed that day," the other team leader said. "Two of my people
are married," he told Xander.
"Me too. I have a son that's just about four months old," Pooch
said. "Jensen has a niece that's eight and a sister."
Xander nodded, looking at Wade. "We're not Max."
"No, we're not. We're not exactly nicer either," Wade admitted.
"Yeah, but we spent a lot of time and energy prepping for this
event. Someone finding that we have them is probably a bad thing
to have happen. Or that pervert in the dungeon that you wanted to
change the ways of."
"Eehhh. I'll deal with him later," Wade decided. Xander gave him a look. "You can take a hot bath."
"Maybe." He grinned. "Maybe not." Wade groaned.
Xander ate and was happy with the plans going on. "Did Roque run
to LA?" Everyone nodded. "Well, if he can figure out how to
tone that down it'd be nice. I'd personally ask Warren and the
"I'm sure he can," Wade agreed. He was going to agree to almost
anything to get out of dealing with another mood swing. Next time
Xander might stab him.
Wade came in from teaching the person in the dungeon to be a better
being and found himself pounced against a wall. "This is
different," he quipped. "Shouldn't you be in front?"
"Did you think I was going to take it all the time?" Xander purred in
his ear, nibbling on the lobe and sucking a bit. "That I was going
to be the wife?"
"No," Wade lied. "I didn't think you wanted to play this way right now."
Xander snickered, his warm breath ghosting against Wade's neck.
"Liar. But with any good pack, the matriarch has to claim like
she's been claimed." Wade shivered. Xander pulled out his
favorite knife, which was a gift from Wade, and used it to cut his shirt
"I like these pants."
"I like them better on the floor." He cut everything off Wade's
body. "Aww, were you going commando while torturing the poor
deluded pervert?" He leaned against the naked back. "Did you
teach him better by making him suck you off while you hurt him?" he
"Jesus," Wade moaned. "I gave up torture like that a few years ago. Xander, why are you doing this to me?"
Xander stroked the back of the blade over Wade's stomach. "Because
you like it." Wade shivered again. "Now, are you going to
be a good boy or do I have to go all hyena and stalk you around the
Wade swallowed. "I'll be good but this is going to be very
rare. I might end up hurting you if we play too rough." He
winced as the blade made a quick scratch in the shape of an 'x' on his
chest. "Blood play?"
"No, just making sure that others realize that you're as much mine as I am yours. After all, it's pretty clear I'm yours."
"I've had a lot of fun working on your lesser areas so you could be mine," Wade agreed.
"I know. It shows. In a few months we can go back to
sparring too." Wade got hard and moaned. Xander
smiled. "Good boy. Now, spread your feet." He kicked
"Bed?" Wade asked.
"Eventually." Xander found the lube and opened it with the knife
then tossed the knife into a chair. He spread it on himself then
inside Wade, who was nearly shaking. "Not enough?" Xander
asked. "I can add some more."
"Please. It's been real rare that I've bottomed."
Xander grinned. "Awww, I got a virgin?"
"Not hardly," he growled. Xander squirted more lube in him and he groaned. "Opening me?"
Xander carefully slid the thing on the table next to him into Wade's
hole. He pushed the button. The rotating, slowly expanding
toy made Wade shake and try to clutch the wall. "Nearly there," he
soothed, working on Wade's tense back. "Is this a bad thing for
"No," he panted. "That's getting huge."
"Not nearly as big as I am."
"Sometimes the burn is the fun."
Xander turned it off and tossed it on top of the knife. Then he
moved up closer and slid in. "Sometimes it is," he agreed.
Wade shouted and bucked back. Xander smiled, nibbling on Wade's
shoulder and neck. Wade swatted at him but he bit harder, making
him whine and arch back. "Want more?"
Xander slowly rode his mate. Wade was trying to climb the
wall. Xander eventually turned him around and clipped the leads to
his wrists then hit the button to haul him up. Wade shouted but
Xander grinned. "Like a sling, only without the back
support. I couldn't find one to fit you." He did his ankles
then lowered Wade to where he had access to his cock and hole
again. "How's that?" He fingered the outer rim, making Wade
stare at him. "What?"
"What are you wearing?" he panted. Xander walked around, casually
stroking Wade's cock while he showed off the leather pants that were
crotchless front and back, and the leather strap vest. Xander was
barefoot. Wade swallowed. "I like that outfit."
Xander leaned down to kiss him. "It's very useful too." He
took off one of the straps and used it to gag Wade. "I think
you're going to get a bit loud. Wouldn't want everyone to
hear." He winked and leaned down to lick across the head of Wade's
cock. "Hmm. To cockring or not to cockring. That is a
very good question." Wade was shaking his head. "You
sure? I intend to make you come like you do me." Wade
nodded. "Okay." Xander gave him an excellent blow job.
Wade was wiggling in the simple straps. Xander undid more of his
vest to give him some butt and back support by linking the straps
together. "Good?" Wade nodded. Xander grinned.
"Good." He went back to his teasing. Wade was groaning in
pleasure. "You never asked me to blow you before."
"Not special," he mumbled.
Xander smiled. "I know, blows are for cheap things in the
club. I'm obviously better than that." He stroked over the
straps to check them then moved to lick Wade's balls. Wade whined
but Xander liked to play. Wade was going to have to get used to
the tease and the oral sex. Wade shot off. Xander
grinned. "That's one. I expect at least the three I usually
get." Wade was panting hard. Xander was fingering his hole
again. "I think that you've shrank back down some." Wade's
eyes went wide but Xander was slowly and steadily pushing into him
again. Wade arched up, moaning. "Good burn?" Wade
nodded. "Good boy."
Xander set up a deep, hard, slow rhythm. Wade was trying to get
him to go faster so he slammed in once. Wade yelped. Xander
smirked. "I know what I'm doing, Wade. I'm being a great
tease and making sure that you know you've been claimed." He went
back to the slow, deep riding. Now he was teasing Wade's nipples
and cock with his hands as well. Xander pinched Wade, getting no
response. He tickled him and Wade nearly jumped out of the
impromptu sling. Xander smirked. He slammed in and tickled
him. Wade was nearly screaming at him to stop it but Xander had
applied that strap too well.
Finally, Xander let Wade come again and quit torturing him. He
sucked on the head of his boy's cock to catch all the come that came
out. "Tasty." Xander slammed in like Wade did to him, making
him try to shift. "Aww, are we sensitive?" Wade
nodded. "If you can get me off before you go off again, I'll let
you go free instead of finding my toys and using them on you." He
winked and gave Wade the ride he had wanted: hard, fast, slamming into
him until Wade was howling and begging. They both came.
Xander panted, leaning on Wade's thigh until he caught his breath.
Then he did the gentlemanly thing and got the warm washcloth to clean
them both up.
Xander undid one wrist strap and the gag, looking at his boy. He took a kiss. "Was it good?"
Wade nodded, swallowing. "Very good. Get me free?"
"I could keep you this way so I can have my wicked ways with you in the
morning. Maybe even climb on top and ride you in the morning like
the stud you are."
Wade shivered. "You'll be riding me in the morning one way or
another but I can't sleep in this and you know I'll be grumpy instead of
in the mood to fuck you until you're not teasing any more."
Xander let him get free then strolled over to the bed. He
got on his knees, showing the end of the plug he was wearing.
"Hmm. How big is that one?"
"Inch and a half."
"Good." He pulled it out with a plop. He loved it when he
took Xander while he was still tight. Wade found the viagra
pill and took it. He could tease his boy until it kicked in.
Xander would appreciate it back. First he took off the camouflage
shield and tossed it aside. "I already knew." He patted the
lump. He looked over Xander's body. "How adventurous were
you looking for? Because I gotta say, that sling would be great
for me to make you ride more than my dick."
Xander looked back at him. "I'm not really into fisting
tonight. After the apocalypse, if we both survive, as a present
for surviving." Wade smirked and nodded at that promise.
"Any other naughty ideas?"
"Many." He got the knife and wiped the spilled lube off the blade
then cut the pants off him. "I should brand you with my
initial." He looked at his chest. The scratched on 'x' was
red but it hadn't drawn blood. He knew Xander didn't like blood
play. But maybe a small one.... He nicked him on the hip and
leaned down to taste the blood. It tasted hot. Normal,
which threw him a bit, but hot. He licked over the small wound to
catch all the blood. Xander was moaning. "Want another one?"
Xander took the knife and made his own cut on his shoulder. "Claiming is usually a bite."
Wade smirked and bit down on the shallow cut, making it deeper and
drinking the blood that came up. Xander was shivering. "This
means you're my bitch, you know that right?"
"We'll talk about wife, but bitch I'm not unless you suddenly get a motorcycle."
"There's one in the garage." He licked across the bite mark.
"I can see boyfriend and male lover." Xander smiled back at
him. "Mates mean serious things I can't even think about."
"I get that." He sat up and leaned back to hug Wade around the
neck and rub his back against Wade's chest. "I fully understand
that feeling." Wade and he kissed. "Weren't you going to
claim me?" he asked with a teasing grin.
"I am." He pushed him back down and looked at the slowly shrinking
hole. That was nice. Nearly unstretched fully. Even
after four months of nearly nightly sex Xander was still tight if he
didn't prepare him enough. This time, he slicked himself up and
slowly entered. He wanted to feel it as Xander opened around
him. Xander was moaning and clutching the pillows to hide his
"No, I want to hear it. Everyone else has heard you squeak,
squeal, and moan. Though it was nice you didn't want me to be
embarrassed." He licked over the bite again. "Out loud,
Xander." He moved the pillow, putting it under Xander's
stomach. Once he was fully inside, he paused then pulled back and
started a long, hard, prostate-seizure inducing ride. Xander was
making pretty begging noises louder than usual.
Wade bit him on the same mark again. It was good Xander realized
where he belonged. He finally sat up again and wiped off his
mouth. He had drooled a bit. He grabbed his boy's hips and
rode him as hard and as fast as he could. Xander was
whimpering. Wade smirked and reached around to stroke him.
That's what it took for his boy. Xander shot off explosively and
Wade had to follow. He panted but thanks to the little blue pill
he was still hard. Wade smirked, looking down at his tired, sweaty
boy. He moved the pillow and flipped Xander over, holding him
"Don't move." He got some of the straps and came back.
Xander's hands were tied to the footboard. His feet were free to
kick and thump on Wade's back and thighs. The pillow that now had
come on it was put under Xander's hips. Another two supported his
back and neck, then one specially for his head. He looked at the
way the straps had been put up, seeing that they'd swing over. He
tied Xander's feet up in the air. "No more swollen ankles," he
teased. Then he slid back in.
It was nearly a straight up and down motion now but it was still
good. When he got tired of that, he released his feet, letting
them thump down. He went back to riding his boy to remind him who
he belonged to. Xander's cock was trying to come back to
life. Wade leaned down to lick across it. It tried and got
halfway to the fully hard stage. Wade pulled back. "I should
fix that softness. How should I do that?" He looked around,
finding the other viagra. "Probably not good for her." He
smirked and looked at the open hole. "Give me two minutes to get
something from the office." He got up and headed out, not caring
who saw him naked. It was clear Xander had claimed him and now he
was going to claim his boy. He brought back the small vial.
He closed and locked the door then walked back to the bed. Xander
was trying to wiggle so he could scratch his nose. Wade did it for
him, holding up the vial. "Know what this is?"
"That kinky club drug?"
"Yup." He smiled and poured it into Xander's open hole.
Xander shivered and shook while it took effect. It was like E in
that it made you feel good. It was like roophies that it lowered
your inhibitions. It also had some viagra in it. Some
ginseng for energy. It lasted for two hours. Which was more
than enough time to finish claiming his boy. He slid back into the
hole. The remains of the drug were acting on him too.
Xander screamed in pleasure and kicked at him. Wade smirked and
rode him harder and faster. Finally, as they were coming down,
they both came again. Wade barely got Xander unhitched and then
they collapsed together. Tonight, Wade wouldn't mind the
cuddling. Or the baby kicking him.
Everyone watched as first Wade then Xander wobbled out the next
morning. Wade sat down with a hiss and a wince. Xander sat
down on his special pillow with an even bigger hiss and a wince.
No one was going to mention the clear bite mark on Xander's neck and
shoulder, or Wade's brand new one that was still slightly seeping blood
on his arm. They got served breakfast and the guards quietly
congratulated Wade on finally landing Xander in a more permanent
fashion. It was good for all of them. They tempered each
other with the bouts of kinky sex. Maybe Xander wouldn't try to
stab the mailman when he delivered another poisonous letter. Or
cry on him for the happy mail and the bills.
The watching commandos were amused but confused. This wasn't the
Wade they had known for years. This one was... well, he was
clearly a bit weird and a bit sated but maybe not enough to take out his
torturing psycho tendencies.
The time finally came for the baby to be born. The healer got the
baby out without any damage, knocking Xander out during it as Wade had
instructed. Wade had the baby handed to a guard, who took it to
Sunnydale. Then Wade called someone else and they brought his
The healer cleared her throat. "The baby was harmed by something."
"They kept saying the spawn of that demon couldn't be killed, but no one
ever said anything about harming it." He smiled. The healer
shivered. "Thank you for your help. I'm sure we'll be
seeing you in a few months." She bowed and left after healing
Wade was sitting up, letting Xander nap, when his surprise was brought
in. "Thank you," he said quietly. That guard nodded and
left. He looked at the little bundle then put her on Xander's
chest. That woke him and he blinked. "Morning, princess."
"Wade, what?" He stared at the cooing baby. "Is she ours?"
"No one's going to come running up and shout that she was stolen? They can't take her away from us?"
"No, they can't." He scooted back down. "She's *ours*,
Xander. I had our geneticist do it for us." Xander sniffled
and hugged him around her then untucked her blanket to look her
over. Wade smiled. "The other one is being given to her
actual father. I'm having her left on your supposed grave so he
can pick her up." Xander smiled and nodded. "So, Tara
"She's got mine." Xander smiled. They cuddled her, getting
to know her. The baby's nanny was already waiting so when she
needed to be changed, Xander let her take the baby. Xander flipped
over to kiss his lover. "Sore?" Wade asked.
"No, but I was warned that for the next six weeks someone could possibly redo the fertility problem I just got through."
"Hmm. Blow jobs only then," Wade teased.
Xander rubbed up and down Wade's cock. "Isn't that why you've got a fantastically tight ass, Wade?"
"Yes it is. We'll see." He smirked. Xander kissed
him. Tonight they could keep it at rubbing off. It was good
enough and a long, emotional night ahead of them.
Epilogue: the invasion
Xander looked around the scene. He was scared. For the first
time he was really scared. "No," he said when one of the guards
tried to move him. "I've been in hellish battles before. I'm
staying." They nodded, grouping around him and Wade to kill the
demons as a team. "Has Roque put the bomb through yet?" he
called. Wade nodded. The demons weren't coming as
fast. Most of the stream was ending. He saw the team taking
down the building run and Wade warned Roque. Roque made it out in
time. The building went up in a fantastic fireball. They
helped the LA team and Buffy clean up the last of the demons. By
then, the military was showing up. Agents were showing up.
News crews were showing up. Xander looked over at Wade, taking off
his mask. He winked. "I say we go feed Evelyn and then do
the dirty thing I promised."
"I can agree with that. Thankfully the nanny takes care of all the
inconvenient things with you." He smirked and motioned. Their
teams fell back and faded into the shadows so they could move to the
house in LA. Wade had set up a surprise before they left that
morning. He walked Xander into their suite and smiled at his
shock. "I found a good quality one that will stand up to even the
hardest ride," he said in Xander's ear. He fingertip-teased the
bite mark that had scarred. "Want the sling or to be on your
knees?" The sling had two ceiling strap and two floor strap sets
so it didn't have much movement but Wade could release the floor ones
later on to give him that swing. It was dark brown leather.
Very soft, yet strong leather. The hand grips were suede.
"Which will be easier on me?"
"Either's good. On your knees will be easier on me." Xander
nodded, stripping off, making it a good show. Wade watched, very
pleased with his boy's willingness to try new kinky things. "You
Xander smiled. "You can have me in the sling once we're done with the kinky thing."
"Hmm. That's a good idea." He smiled. "I can arrange it so you're on your stomach in it."
"No. I can hitch them down." He adjusted a few things and
put Xander in it on his stomach. It fully supported his
front. His ankles were tied to the floor anchor straps. His
wrists were tied to the other set. Wade took off his shirt
and looked at the open area he had waiting on him. "Want to hit
the bathroom first?"
"Maybe." Wade let him and then strapped him back in. Xander
had even cleaned himself up. He had heard the enema bottle be
unwrapped. "Go okay?"
"Yeah. This way I'm not gross."
Wade bit him lightly on the ass cheek. "You're not gross."
He grabbed the first thing he wanted. "First, you should be clean
back here." Xander shivered but Wade shaved him. He even
used the shaving brush to start opening his hole by resting it there in
between uses. He wiped him off with a damp cloth. "That's
pretty." He meticulously cleaned the little rosebud's ring with
the washcloth. Xander was shifting so he put it aside and found
the bottle of lube. He wet his fingers down and stuck two
in. Xander grunted. "I know." He walked around to grab
a kiss. "It's going to be a longer prep this time. Just
relax." He kicked the bucket under the sling into a better
position, just in case, and went back to fingering Xander open. He
got up to three before someone knocked. "Xander's proving why
apocalypse sex is the best yet," he called.
"We got followed. There's press everywhere outside," the head guard said.
"That's fine. We'll handle it later."
"Okay. If you're sure."
"Send out a decoy," Xander called.
"I can do that." He sent some of the guards off as a decoy in the
limo. He had no idea what apocalypse sex was and he wasn't sure he
Wade smiled, nibbling on Xander's butt cheek again. "Nice
idea." He slid up to three fingers. He had done this a few
times when he wanted a softer ride. Xander was relaxing and it was
nice. Wade added some more lube and worked his way up to four
fingers. That was making him stretch a lot more and Xander was
hissing but he eventually did relax. Wade tucked his thumb in and
slowly but surely made his way inside. He added more lube to his
hand and then up to his wrist. He didn't want to get too far this
time. Maybe after the next apocalypse.
He slowly worked his way up to his wrist, making Xander thrash and
howl. "Easy," he soothed, twisting his hand some. He did hit
Xander's bladder but that's what the bucket was for. He
intentionally rubbed his knuckles over Xander's prostate, making him
yelp and go rigid. "Relax," Wade reminded him. Xander was
shaking. Simply shaking. Wade smiled and played for as long
as he wanted. When he pulled out he walked around to kiss
Xander. "Next post-apocalypse battle I'm going farther." He
took a second kiss and let Xander see his hand.
Xander swallowed. "That's a lot."
"That was barely a few inches. I've seen guys go in up to their
elbows." Xander stared at him. "A few inches each apocalypse
battle." Xander swallowed again. Wade took another
kiss. "I should clean you out like this."
"Doesn't go into the bathroom."
"I'm pretty sure you can rest on my lap or in the shower so I can
properly clean you out, Xander." He got him free and down, leading
him into the bathroom. Xander was walking a bit funny but that
was to be expected. He laid him across his lap and stuck in the
shower enema hose. Xander whimpered when it flowed in but Wade was
very good to his boy. He teased his cock until Xander came.
He'd slowly learn to like enemas that way, associate it with good
things like being stroked off. Once he let Xander release the
water Wade used two fingers to get in there and scrub the walls of his
insides to make sure they were squeaky clean. Xander was back to
whining and wiggling. Wade spanked him the once and then flipped
Xander to his feet, staring at him. "Knees." Xander fell to
his knees and gave Wade a great blow job. It was a hero's reward
in every meaning of the word.
"I should fuck that pretty mouth of yours," he said quietly, doing
that. "I heard you baiting Angel again. Told him to bite you
too and that's my privilege, Xander."
"It was a taunt," he said around the cock.
"I know. Angel taunting is a great habit but still. Only I
get to bite you." He smirked and let Xander do him better.
"After this, I'm going to see how fast you unstretch. I know it
could take a full day but I think I'll test it." He winked.
Xander pulled off and turned around to sit on Wade's cock, letting
himself ride the hard pole. "That's pretty." He turned off
the shower. It let him change position without getting a face full
of water. That let Xander change so he was in a better position
to ride. "I knew those horse riding lessons were going to come in
handy." Xander nodded.
Wade casually stroked Xander's cock in time with his motion. It
made Xander speed up. "Ah! Slower. Ride me nice and
slow, Xander. Make it a memory I look back on and have to jack off
about." Xander added a slight twist to his hips on his way
up. That was appreciated and Wade was clearly getting the better
end of the deal, even if Xander was still pretty open. Wade
finally had to grab his hips and pound into him so the boy could come
and go limp against him. "That was pretty," he said in his
ear. "Got more for me?"
Xander leaned his head back on Wade's shoulder. "I think we should
try that again," he said hoarsely. "Just to make sure I really
like it as a reward for helping win an apocalypse battle."
Wade smirked. "How naughty you are. Want the bed?"
"I want to see it this time."
"I can arrange things for that." He stroked over Xander's hip. "That means we have to move."
"We can move when you fall out of me."
"I'm still hard, Xander. That's going to take a while." He
smirked and got Xander up. "Bend over, let me check my shaving
job." Xander did and he ran a finger around it. "Very nicely
shaved. I'll have to make sure we can keep that clean."
Xander nodded. "I should shave the rest of you too." He
settled Xander on the bench on his back, letting one leg hang off.
Wade got the razors and shaving cream, coming back to work on the thick
pubic mound. Xander had to grab the bench. "I'd never cut
you here, Xander. I'd lose a whole lot of fun when you killed
me." Xander nodded quickly. "Relax. Good boys get blow
jobs and more fun." Xander made himself relax. Wade
smiled. Xander had taken well to his training. Once he had
him totally shaved, even getting the tiny ball sac hairs, he rinsed his
boy off and took him out to he bed. There was a mirror near the
bed. Wade tilted it and then one across the room. That
helped. Xander could see now. Wade grabbed the bottle of
lube and came back to the bed, getting out of the way. He lubed
himself up and slowly worked his way back inside his boy's body.
Xander was staring hard at what was going on. "Like it?"
"A bit," Xander admitted. "It's kind of weird looking."
"It's really pretty," Wade corrected. "Nearly as pretty as when
I'm slamming into you as deeply as I can go." Xander arched his
back. Wade pushed it back down. "You have to unstretch for
that." He got a bit deeper this time. Xander was back to the
non-verbal begging noises. Wade leaned down to puff some air over
the hole. It made Xander twitch and tighten around his arm.
"That's right, just like that, Xander." Xander tightened around
his arm and Wade twisted it, earning another set of pretty noises.
Wade had to smile. His boy was so sweet to tempt him into going
deeper. He finally pulled back and slid into the very open hole to
ride him. Xander finally came and went limp, falling asleep a
minute late. Wade put in a butt plug then went to clean himself
up. Maybe he could talk Xander back into the sling in a few
hours. They could count this as their honeymoon. You always
had great sex on your honeymoon.